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Sunday, August 29, 2004

Alrite..lets talk bout the Wednesday, the 11th…it’s a crappy day. Pei lee took nizar’s bag and hid in the ladies. I was in one of the cubicles at tt moment, wen I went out, I saw her putting toilet roll into his bag..whoa! I started laughing ever so excitedly..then, peilee dug his bag.. ok, tt was when I felt guilty. I felt really terrible. I know very well that nizar will nvr believe me when I told him that. But truth is, I did feel bad.. well, weird but damn true, he got 2 hair brushes. Oh ooh.. that day, me n sq didn’t go for hockey. We had some pw thingy. Erm, after tt, me and some other ml ppl, went to the student council room to get our blazers. We had some ushering and guest route planning after tt which was excitedly handled by our all time fav baby huey. Ohoo. After we completed that, we went hm. But tt’s not the end. Heart throb was still in sch. So, we..i mean, the soccer guys n we all ah walked to the mrt statn together. And once again, my heart did a triple somersault. The day went well, and I was very excited. Cant wait for PARADIGMA.

Thursday..let me see, we had a long day today. Oh, my parents were not in Singapore. So, basically im all alone ah. on tt day, I came to realize tt nizar was quite unhappy wif me. Yeah, coz, I did something dumb to his bag..i felt bad ah..but, coz he’s not an angel himself, I feel its quite unnecessary for me to get down on my knees and apologized to him… we had SOCCER after sch. Whoa! Is dat funny or funny? Mr mohan is such a cool teacher. I lurrrve him. Ok, tts not the main issue here. The main issue, is tt, halfway thru the game, my legs turned jelly. Courtesy of no-stretching-b4-playing.. but me, being the stubborn damsel, I refused to stop playing. But I was very blessed, I must say. Michelle, one of the soccer girls helped me massage my leg..not long after tt, I was back to my running excitedly mode. Woohoo..ok, not too soon..less that 3 mins, my legs became so pain. Aargh..i ran to the side and called gaya’s name..i was like screamin for her coz she was the nearest. But..terok ah, she just looked n didn’t come ah..coz the game was still on.. but then, there were other kind souls who left the game n rescued me! Yay..za, ariana, miss ong..and other soccer girls. Woohoo..wat a havoc scene it was. Ahah..after tt, I was supposed t meet my 4E1 buddies for dinner. I thot I’d be a success but a few turned up n they wanted to eat dinner at a fast food restaurant..oh..how not fun.. instead, I went for dinner wif my sisters. Za n azra…

its all said and done 8/29/2004 04:31:00 PM