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Monday, January 5, 2009
~ 5:36 PM ~
-one of the days where I wished I had teleporting powers or even better;melting into thin air-
Well,it started badly enough.I woke up late(at 7 to be exact,thx to my dad).Had to rush to school.No breakfast,barely had time to bath.By 7.15,we're flying out of the house.N into the chaos.There was this huge(no MASSIVE) traffic jam.When we're finally through,it was 7.30.
Then,was at the tapak perhimpunan,where the teachers gave some long speech that I didn't even bother to listen.Had a new principal.He looked like some kind of tok haji or sumthing -__-
To make things worse,by the time I got to class,I had to take the second last seat.
N my partner wants to seat with some of his frens.Right at the back of the rubbish
bin.=__=.Spare me.
Then,shuey myn hasn't got a partner,so she decided to sit with me.Oh well,I can't say no right?(actually I can,but i'm jus being nice D=)
After recess;KH time.Had Mr.Wong teaching us.(Dear Mr.Wong,could u talk more nicely plz??thank you)
Then,had to take my text books.no prior waring to this,so I wasnt prepared.How am I gonna squeeze 14 books into my bag??Jus lug them home I guess.
Maths passed by.Ntg much happened except that shuey myn has been getting on my nerves by talking non-stop,therefore nearly distracting me.(The tuning-out method works after all)
Then,it was English,my teacher asked sumthing that I've never thought about;
thing about an object(it can be anything,living or inanimate)that best describes you or what would u want to be.Hmm,haven't really thought abt that.Oh well,Ill figure that out later.
