I apologise for not blogging last week. many things happened, and I was really stressed out. well technically, I'm still stress. oh well, like does anyone care. please don't ask me what happened, I wouldn't want to repeat myself. it will only cause me to be much more stress and sad than I am feeling now.
POA lesson was surprisingly quiet. the whole class was concentrating, but there was just the slightest noise. I practically slacked during Chinese, the teacher was absent. English, 30 phrases to be found by next Monday. Mrs Sim is killing me, or should I say us. however, the work she gives will benefit us in the end. so I shouldn't be complaining, even though I am right now.
4/3 and 4/4 are banded into three different classes for Math, just like last year. the teachers didn't want to tell us which band we will be in, they said they will tell us tomorrow. tsk, damn what larh. I want to know now, urgh! okay so anyway, Tom Ho talked to the class. then Ebby kept disturbing him, he shouted his nickname, Potato Head. and after his boring words, he walked out of the class.
Hadi: Mr Zaf, why so boring?
Mr Zaf: cannot teach what, like that how to teach.
Hadi: like that teach larh, just teach.
Mr Zaf points outside the class, and referred to Tom Ho by doing the
Potato Head action.
then Hadi and I laughed our ass off.
okay, I have nothing to say about Geography and Social Studies. the most boring periods, and my most hated subjects. Miss Mari is teaching me Social Studies!
-falls off the chair and die on the ground. seriously, I'm going to die.
went for choir after school, and it's the most tiring practice I had I tell you. well, maybe I was just exhausted from all the lessons. I ran up and down, back and forth, from Shaw T to Staff Room. it's damn tiring I tell you.
Miss Hsuan auditioned every choir member, once again. she kept making me sing all the high notes okay, the keys she played got higher and higher. I gek a lot lorh, gek until I couldn't breathe properly at that moment. and you know what, she put me in Sop1. it's damn obvious that I geng my heart out larh, and she still put me there. okay, what the hell.
the tune for SYF's set piece is quite easy to catch, but the tempo is like crap. it's damn difficult I tell you, but we managed to catch it awhile later. we went through Phantom of The Opera for the last 10minutes. while we were singing happily, all the memories flashed back in my mind. I shall not go into details, but the memories... are both good and bad larh.
I miss my 6131, ):
I know saying all these is useless now, but I will still say it because they are coming from the bottom of my heart. I'm sorry for lying to you, I'm really sorry. I doubt you will forgive me, and I doubt we will go back to what we were before. sighs, I only have myself to blame.
