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Sunday, April 09, 2006
you know what i feel sad too. everybody's just like a freak, in front of me. except for some kind and generous soles there. oh joeylim's gonna be proud of herself again; OOPS. I LOVE INDEX NUMBER EIGHT. we are one pair. (: so where's rotten apple sheat?
im upset about everything.
brando tan was not in a so-good mood yesterday. "i caught you playing the wrong rhythm" and I GOT THE RHYTHMS RIGHT okay. then i think everyone's not happy with me, cause i cant even tune suddenly. i almost teared. im not gonna let anyone look down on me.
the class is not cooperating at all. except for index number seven and eight. since nobody's gonna care about everything, why should we? the whole class is always not satisfied with every single thing. which makes me UNSATISFIED too with them. and she changed totally.
luckily i changed the school uniform, luckily i stepped down from class secretary, luckily i have my seat changed to the front, if not i will suffer with that black face.
i got a lot to complain about the class commitee. she's not collecting the class fund, making other people curse unfair. she's not even caring about the class noticeboard. he's not doing his duty, dont even dare to report after the recess. i thought this year's commitee will do a good job. but it's worse than last year's. though index seven and eight were in there, once. i can say we had done better.
the councilors weren't any better. like ms wee, that oh-so-good pupil welfare head. and councilors are just very naggy people. calling you to line up and sit properly during assemblies. which are unfair people too.
cant she just give me a "good keep it up" ? she's forever not satisfied with my math. i don't like her, i hate her.
i want to leave the math olympiad thing. really find it wasting of time la. margaret loh was unhappy, because i can't hand in math study on time, because of that olympiad.
got a new camera. (:
index number seven; index number eight. <3
just one more week.
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