At this point of time exactly one week later, everyone will be kissing each other in joy. The boys will go to JP and smoke, the girls will go to JP and book the entire KFC. Honestly I don’t know what the guys go to JP for. I’ve rarely seen them in any fast food restaurants. There are many female shops upstairs though.
Chinese down, English paper 1 down, hand-cracking geography is down.
Let me just say, 1h and 45 minutes for geography is the ultimate killer for hand muscle.
Halfway through my right hand was crying in agony. Let me help, my left hand offered. Go away. You write ugly. my right hand snapped. My left hand felt rejected.
The paper was okay I guess, at least I don’t think I’ll die as horribly as I expected I would.
-quoted from Clariis
The reason why I said I won’t be blogging during EOY period is actually for 2 reasons
1) I’m busy (lies)
2) There is nothing to write about. Life is mundane.
After a hand-breaking 1h and 45 minutes I went to my favourite handicap toilet on level 3 to change into PE. There’s a reason I prefer handicap toilets over normal toilets. Cuz they’re big and… Those closer to me would know the other reason.
Went to play badminton with Clariis then we started to talk about geog and all that crap. Oh darling don’t you ever grow. Yes just stay immature like that.
I don’t understand why they gotta lock the side gates. It’s inconvenient like dragging a sleeping pig out of its haystack.
At JP I smacked Siew Yi with my badminton racket. She squealed. Wen Yi turned around and smiled. Siew Yi is so crazy, but Wen Yi is so 文雅. Look at yourself Siew Yi.
I’m sorry if this post is boring you. I shall come up with a real life story and dump it below to fill in the gaps.
Once upon a time I was in P1, and it was the first day of primary school. All around, children were crying. I was strong, I was a Female ( iron man ) and I refused to cry. We went to our classes and I took in the new atmosphere, something different from K2, with different faces altogether. Suddenly, my eyes set on this boy. He was handsome, and I thought to myself “when he grows up he will be my husband” I still clearly remember he wore a Baby G watch. It was a thick, black watch. He was charming, he was fast, he was loud. He was a playboy. He had neat handwriting for a boy. I was mesmerized, but of course in P1 I didn’t know how to describe this sensation. All I thought then was, ‘wah this boy is handsome.’ I stalked him during recess, I noted what he ate. In class I would stare at him, and laugh at his antics. All boys were naughty back then, he was one of the naughtiest boys. Such a bad boy, but so attractive.
We were in the same class from P1-P5 ( I think ) one of the people who followed me the longest years since P1. But by P3 I didn’t like him anymore, he was annoying and a major turn-off. I was stupid to like him in P1.
Moral of the story: First love is crap.
Teehee.
Catch me girl 💜
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