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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Geography lessons was boring. As usual.
Okay.
HomeEcon lesson was a complete DISASTER.
My teacher for practical was M__ Joy (Pardon me for leaving that blank but i completely dont remember wheter she's ms, mrs or what) Anyway, She's the annoying-est teacher i've known so far.
& Geees, she even surpassed Mdm tami in being the most-annoying-teacher-of-the-week.
And hellooo? Stop nagging at us for wasting time while you're the one spending half of the time boasting how clever you are, and you're not a babysitter(yea rigght) & all those crappy nonsense.
Man, We really dont need that.
Grouped with sharinah for practical. Okayy, that was unexpected. I thought they'll group us using the 'traditional' method(Boy+Girl) Well, I dont quite mind actually. Seriously, I'll work much better with guys.
Dont ask me why though. I'm just as clue-less as you are.
The laksa we made was COMPLETELY ruined by the lack of taste, disgusting colour and smell, ecentra.
Eww.
*Pukes*
I DID'NT eat it okayy.
-.-

Art lesson isn't any better.
Mr Ghaz made us run all over the school to find the neon-bookmarkes he left for people to appreciate his art.
-.-
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay