Sunday, July 5, 2009

My new class. most of the time quiet, happy whenever there's breaks, snatching over the easles with leg rests, getting pissed over our own works most of the time, cursing certain teachers who kidnapped our works. taking stupid videos in-btwn class breaks with our Macbooks. i dont know what else. i cant think of anything else.

I miss getting effing drunk and wasted @ chester's party somewhere last year and still ended up at home pretty okay. I miss the talking cock of my sec 3 and 4 class. I miss all the bitching and gossiping about, how we almost got into fights sometimes, the big hoo-haa over the "chairs to the sides and rubbish in the middle of the class" prank, I miss my teachers, the way my mrs choo nags at our coursework, mr tay blowing into his hands, mdm tan shrugging her shoulders and fluttering her eyelids, mr njoo shouting at us and sometimes the r-rated jokes, me and mandy spotting mr ng digging his nose during lesson time and flicking it. the skipping of afternoon programmes and getting caught, the tension when receiving our not-so-bad o level results, the girls in class that arent the most friendly but we just blend together when it comes to meeting the poodle, the freakin' scary thomas epidemic that started by the most annoying guy then who now became the guy i adore.

what a twist of fate.

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