Wheeeee.

Saturday, 17 November 2007

I rotted.
long post ahead.

yesterday:
a busy busy day. SNG prize presentation was fine for me, no tripping face-down on stage (my worst fear). it was seriously boring being the only secondary 1 student in my row, plus i do not know the sec 1 in front of me. the secondary 2s near me would sometimes burst into cheers & screams with no warning. lol, totally blasted me. and the secondary 4 awardees were so high yesterday, this being their graduating year :)

oh freak!!! MTV EMA 2007!!! gaaah!!!
it started at 1, ending at 3. managed to get the tv working at 2.40
but now at 2.48, it has already ended. fine, whatever, my bad. woke up super late.
D:

received lots of things before we left too, including Connexio 2007. wheeee! then Jadine and i rushed to the main road and flagged a taxi in less than one minute :) reached PY on the dot.

so there's prefects on duty, awardees on one side and audience on the other. all as usual. dadada, went through the whole process of prize presentation, mini concert plus a finale sing-along. all these with soft music, high school musical melodies and music. halfway through, i felt like screaming "landiao".

apparently, i wasn't very glad afterwards. like, with the constant hsm melodies ringing in your ears while waiting for something to start isn't pleasant, for me. hsm brings back memories, i don't like it. plus the decade of time we wasted on waiting. and not to mention the rudeness of the students, my juniors. (i feel like swearing. to think that they are our juniors. ohmygawd!)
plus the coldness of the teachers (some -no, it's actually 'most').

then we were wondering whether it's because of our 2006 PSLE results. i admit that it's really low compared to what were in the past years, especially 2 years back. but then.. SO WHAT?! no one congratulated us. and from our POV, they seem ashamed. even if we do get high scores, the effort goes to us. yeah, maybe we had to thank the teachers and staff and everyone out there for their support and blahblahblah. but still. pissed off.

-tapped our chairs from behind-
boy: "what school your from uh?"
me: "you don't what school is this?!"
boy: "no."
me: "you really don't know? st nicks."
boy: "ooh.. nice or not ah? i want to go leh."
(i can sense a lil' faking from his tone)
me: "yes yes, come. we wait for you." fake smile!
jadine: "i can't wait to see you in skirt." fake smile!
(he might not know what's a pinafore)

HOW CAN I NOT GET PISSED AT THIS. okay, maybe he really doesn't know what school is this. or maybe he really doesn't know that this school is a girls school.

BUT STILL! HE'S TOTALLY OUT TO SUAN US. HELLO?!

for goodness sake. i know the primary six batch this year well enough to know that he's from the best class, or at least second best. (bryan issit? i don't care.) p6 already, you tell me he doesn't know this uniform. alright, maybe he really doesn't know.

students don't have discreet.
students weren't capable of preserving prudent silence.

i cannot stand it man. i don't feel loved by THAT place anymore. yeah im old, anything! i don't feel like going back. well, this piece of rubbish memory will just come flying back. what's the point? i can live without that ...

[i know i am being rude by saying all this crap. but then again, this is my blog. apologise to whoever feel offended.]

ah, push back the non-happy stuff.
sec one meet the parents. monitor duty yesterday was alright. PA duty, i didn't do much, except for the packing up. gee, i missed the part where Jadine switched off the projector. then waited for awhile. Yunwen, from 1Loyalty, got her parents to send me home since they live at Sembawang too. thank you, and thanks for the fries :):)

the constant drilling of the ground at the opposite side is getting on my nerve.
oh, they are drilling on the spot where the bus stop used to be.
gah, i see the make-shift bus stop. unstable looking.

I rotted.
slept at 1am.
woke at 2pm.

♥ 14:31