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

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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Hello world.
Had a HECTIC week. First day of school isn't like every other year. Normally, it'd be introductions, getting to know each other, familiarize with our surroundings blahblahblah. Oh no! If ONLY it was so. Then maybe i would'nt get such a massive headache. -Sigh- Okay, how about a short summarize?

Monday: Okay i'll have to admit, there's nothing much on monday. (i think!) Oh yes. There's band. BBQ for mrtang. Aw shucks. Mrtang left the school. He's a pretty -pauses and think for a suitable word- comical(?) tcher? Well. I suppose so. I'd miss his 90degree Japanese-styled bow. Hoooohum.

Tuesday: Lessons per usual. EVERY SINGLE TEACHER TAUGHT SOMETHING. How. Sad. Lol.

Wednesday: Band. And lessons. As. Usual.

Thursday: Went to nanyang poly open house. Trip was pretty much a waste of time. Hurhur. Went to cp with brandonandchoonkun after we sneaked back home. Brandon ezlink card was spoilt. O.O I presume he tap once to get in and forget to tap another time. LOL. Went to cold storage afterwards, and bought zhajiaomian(?)(magimeeversion-.-). Taste kinda weird though.

Friday: CCA carnival. Recruited about, 49 students? W.O.W. Oh and i saw RACHEL! Cool uh. I was soooo elated and i told almost everyone about it. Ha. So i guess she'll prolly be joining band. Fhorn section. YAY. Haha.

Okay i guess that's about all. I'M FUCKIN HUNGRY AND I ATE MY LUNCH AT WHAT, 10AM? WHATTHEFUCK. -.-
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay