History was retarded as usual. Didn't do much except for stupid SBQ. I realised i don't like SBQ anymore. It kind of sucks now, because i don't know when to give more differences than similarities kind of thing-.- Anyway, Mrs. Zailee took our free english periods away for SOVA-.- The AEP people did it already lor. so i didn't bother to listen:D But i caught her glaring at me. We also write messages on paper, so big that you can see across the room and was having a lame convo with Marian and Cynthia-.- Something about me rocking so much that they want to faint.

I had a nosebleed too. Marian said that I had a nose bleed because i stared at Cynthia's hot sexy legs too much that I had a nosebleed. Ya right-.- She wrote that on the paper thing by the way. So i replied and wrote, "You speaking from experience?" From then on, whatever bad stuff they wrote about me, i'd use, "You speaking from experience?" I'm damn ingenious. OH ya, i preserved the tissue which i used to stop the nosebleed, meaning that there were patches of blood here and there. i thought it was very pretty kay, so i preserved it. I used scotchtape and pasted layers over it. damn fun. But people thought it was disgusting-.-

Afterwards, it was recess. Me, being a super nice person, agreed to help Ashley buy food and risk my life to smuggle it into class. Note to Ashley: I SPENT 20 MINUTES QUEUING UP EVEN THOUGH I DIDN;T WANT TO BUY FROM THAT STALL. ok, Then i smuggled it to class with the help of Rochelle. I was so unlucky, Mrs. MAtthews (Vice-principal) popped out of nowhere, and Rochelle and I quickly jumped to somewhere she won't see? Then to the spot we jumped too, Mrs. Lee (Principal) popped out. GAWD. So unlucky lor. Nevermind, I'm such a nice person that's why.

Right after HMT, was LIT, then half of the class qyickly changed into our costumes. LOL. I changed in class without taking my clothes off -you get the point. Then i hleped Choonkhee tie her hair. She damn smart hor, i tie already go and let go, then have to tie agian. After arounf 7 minutes, Ms. Shanthi walked in. SHe was like, "Thank you people for not asking me before you guys change," LOL. Sacarsm. Tsk. But she, being a nice person like i am, let us have 5 minutes before drama to work the hair out. Finally, The time have come. I freaked out and told Beatrice what about my hair?! More like fringe actually-.- I took the whole tube of gel i brought and my comb. We then went to the toilet to work my fringe out. She squeezed a whole lot of gel and applied it at my fringe. I was utterly disgusted. If you want to know how it looks like, it;s those type of retro styles, as the setting is in the 1960s and if you don't know, it's like Zac Effron's hair in hairspray, the little curlly thingy, except that mine was the whole fringe.

I walked to the Performing Arts Room with my hand covering my fringe. It was extremely revolting. OMG, lar. ew ew ew ew. I felt it hardening i tell you. Then Nutty was helping me to maintain that stupid curl. After Hillary's group was our group's turn. We quickly set up the props and we forgot so many things-.- lol. Nevermind. Like i care. ACtually i do-.- Anyway, Thomas (me), Ah Choon (Lisa), Ah Gaik (Beatrice) were off stage and Mr. Armstrong didn't want us to be there? Blah blah blah, When i was supposed to comfort Anna (Choonkhee), we were smiling. Pearlene too, She was like, "I am not bluffing! IF you were bad like some people were last time, he'd send fire from the sky and chase you and burn you till you die.!" Halway she was smiling. LOL.

ok, enough shit. we had our SOVA paper by the way. It was damn funny. I tore it. You see, I was merely trying to poke a hole which i did but was too small. So i tried to like, get the hole bigger by pulling teo sides of the paper, but i ended up tearing it-.- nevermind that. Then there was this question. In the Art elements of Design, there are two types of shapes. Guess what i wrote? Symmetrical and irregular-.- And walking home was quite fun. heehe. bye bye people.

I ROCK FOREVER.


*People, please DO NOT talk anout my hair during drama. Thank you.