friday! i woke late at home for school. i strolled in at 9am but thank goodness jasmine had texted me earlier about the relieft faci that had taken over today. OMG. he was like so fierce looking but really, i couldn't be bothered. aarrgghh!! he was so irritating, ranting on and on like a broken tape recorder. i secretly thinks that he feels that he thinks that rp's system is so screwed up and all the students are dumb. he was talking to us like it was the first day we were born. god! we are way smarter than you think la. -> insert rolling of eyes here
anyway, i was retardedly trying to figure a way to edit my synopsis of my PP in samantha's class after school today. HAHA! i can't believe that i am done with PP...okok..at least for the report. honestly, it was easy, just that people like me with itchy backside who can't sit still and get distracted easily, would take a longer time to complete. but once i got the hang of it, it came flowing out of my finger tips and guess what i had't had to copy and paste at all. i typed it down with my own words! i'm like so proud of that fact ok. oh shit, it just hit me that i had badly wanted to include pictures in my report but i so forgot. dang! ok great, the dateline's over so heck! whatever la, i'm still proud of meself cos i did it all on my own. i got the details on me own and typed it all myself. my supervisor had made me edit twice but BUT, the first time was cos' she hadn't read my report yet. the second time around, it was just one section that i had to clarify. WWHEEEEeeee!!! POSTER HERE I COME :)
aiyaaa..it's 2:58AM and im awake still. in a couple of hours, i've got coaching and then to sentosa for work. i secretly i was a rich kid sometimes who feeds of my parents all the time. aarrgghh!
hello baby, i love the way i held you so close tonight :) lazing around with you always feels different and happy.
this is like one of my favourite pictures of my face. here, you can see why i have a loud personality. now you can't blame me, can you?
my baby so hot that i fainted in the background.
"ohh ohh baby wrap me in all your love, you're the oxygen that i breathe~"
so hot that i'm speechless.
hello love.
here we go again...
moral of the story? daddy should buy my a ibook for xmas :)
hey dawn, i was suppose to meet you but i couldn't babsey. me bad. i miss you and shit! now i can't mock you that your 'A' levels are so over. dang!
2 comments:
Hi,
it's 4am and consider this the only way to get your attention after you ignored 20 calls from the house and chose to possibly switch off your handphone as well. Ironically, this is the mobile phone that your father pays your bills that ranges from $100 to possibly almost $300 a month. Strange, how do you chalk up so much by ignoring calls?
The fact is your dog is barking and causing a nuisance to the whole neighbourhood. This is the very dog that you do not pay for any of its food, vaccination or even take time out to walk it. In case you forget, this is the dog that you took home from Sentosa one fine day and insisted you would take care of it and we should leave it alone because you are the dog expert.
Then again, who can blame you for not walking it? Your busy schedule means you only come home once every 3 to 4 days and even when you do at wee hours of the morning. Just enough time to deposit your dirty clothes, and milk enough cash from a mother who spends endless hours worrying about where her daughter is and what she might be doing.
And she'll never know, because she will never pick up.
Hi,
it's 4am and consider this the only way to get your attention after you ignored 20 calls from the house and chose to possibly switch off your handphone as well. Ironically, this is the mobile phone that your father pays your bills that ranges from $100 to possibly almost $300 a month. Strange, how do you chalk up so much by ignoring calls?
The fact is your dog is barking and causing a nuisance to the whole neighbourhood. This is the very dog that you do not pay for any of its food, vaccination or even take time out to walk it. In case you forget, this is the dog that you took home from Sentosa one fine day and insisted you would take care of it and we should leave it alone because you are the dog expert.
Then again, who can blame you for not walking it? Your busy schedule means you only come home once every 3 to 4 days and even when you do at wee hours of the morning. Just enough time to deposit your dirty clothes, and milk enough cash from a mother who spends endless hours worrying about where her daughter is and what she might be doing.
And she'll never know, because she will never pick up.
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