Wednesday, October 18, 2006
yoz! alright, grades-wise, not as bad as I expected. passed everything, INCLUDING CHINESE!!!! but failed a-maths and chem. ss/geog and physics still not back yet. but haiz... at least i'm going 2 4E'07. (: my worst fears are over!!!!
although, I wish i got better grades fer my narrative. apparently, the markers didn't think my ending was as brilliant as my friends thought. although i did receive a comment of "sexually-oppressed" from mu yao, although i dunno wad dat means, so i wun care. (: but in hindsight, it was kinda inappropriate fer an ending. it went like this:
usually, in such a narrative, the author would gladly tell you who the mastermind behind this entre plot is. in an effort to be original and un-cheesy, i will directly tell you the identity of this sadistic, muderous torturer. yes, he is real. he is, Chia Han Sen of 3E register number 4, sitting in the fourth row of the eleventh column in the assembly hall of victoria School at No. 2 siglap link,finishing up an english narrative essay with 20 minutes to spare.
haiz... but i guess i'm happy 2 an extent lah.
went 2 club 2 get my hair cut, eat curry, and play pool with harry. h-cut was fine. but when we went 2 the palms to eat, i tried fer like 10 mins 2 get a damn waiter's attention lah! and dey say wad, very bz. plz. the place was practically save fer an indian birthday party where the bdae song was messed-up due 2 excessive slyablles in the dude's name, which totally threw the song off track, and some dude with a weird accent. the curry rocked tremendousamounts of ass, btw.
played pool after dat. there were like, 4 girls playing on the table so we had 2 wait. so we koped the snooker balls and set the table. DEN, THE ATTENDANT CAME! i spoke 2 him fer a while, and told him we'd put the balls back cos i wanted 2 avoid charges. den when he went back 2 the office..."harry. u wanna break? or should I?" i swear, the dude in the indian bird mastercard commercial was right. "more birds, more luck" i shouldn't have let harry eat the chicken. should have asked him 2 stop at the potato. stupid, caring, generous me... he got damn lucky lah! 3 shots in holes he wasn't aiming for. AND THAT WAS WHEN THE BALLS WERE COMING BACKWARDS!!! no matter, i still trashed him 2 games to 1 in pool! IN UR FACE, HARRY!
went fer parent's anniversary dinner after that. i think the best part was the dessert. cake, ice-cream, longans and grapes. mmmm....oops. cake's coming out. catch ya'll later. cya!
although, I wish i got better grades fer my narrative. apparently, the markers didn't think my ending was as brilliant as my friends thought. although i did receive a comment of "sexually-oppressed" from mu yao, although i dunno wad dat means, so i wun care. (: but in hindsight, it was kinda inappropriate fer an ending. it went like this:
usually, in such a narrative, the author would gladly tell you who the mastermind behind this entre plot is. in an effort to be original and un-cheesy, i will directly tell you the identity of this sadistic, muderous torturer. yes, he is real. he is, Chia Han Sen of 3E register number 4, sitting in the fourth row of the eleventh column in the assembly hall of victoria School at No. 2 siglap link,finishing up an english narrative essay with 20 minutes to spare.
haiz... but i guess i'm happy 2 an extent lah.
went 2 club 2 get my hair cut, eat curry, and play pool with harry. h-cut was fine. but when we went 2 the palms to eat, i tried fer like 10 mins 2 get a damn waiter's attention lah! and dey say wad, very bz. plz. the place was practically save fer an indian birthday party where the bdae song was messed-up due 2 excessive slyablles in the dude's name, which totally threw the song off track, and some dude with a weird accent. the curry rocked tremendousamounts of ass, btw.
played pool after dat. there were like, 4 girls playing on the table so we had 2 wait. so we koped the snooker balls and set the table. DEN, THE ATTENDANT CAME! i spoke 2 him fer a while, and told him we'd put the balls back cos i wanted 2 avoid charges. den when he went back 2 the office..."harry. u wanna break? or should I?" i swear, the dude in the indian bird mastercard commercial was right. "more birds, more luck" i shouldn't have let harry eat the chicken. should have asked him 2 stop at the potato. stupid, caring, generous me... he got damn lucky lah! 3 shots in holes he wasn't aiming for. AND THAT WAS WHEN THE BALLS WERE COMING BACKWARDS!!! no matter, i still trashed him 2 games to 1 in pool! IN UR FACE, HARRY!
went fer parent's anniversary dinner after that. i think the best part was the dessert. cake, ice-cream, longans and grapes. mmmm....oops. cake's coming out. catch ya'll later. cya!
the secret to life is to enjoy the pleasure of being terribly, terribly, deceived.-oscar wilde7:00 AM
0 but WHY am I here?
0 but WHY am I here?