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[Feb. 19th, 2007|02:55 pm] |
| [ | i feel |
| |  nostalgic | ] |
| [ | boomboxx |
| | Summertime - Mae | ] |
This entry shall be this journal's swan song. For those of you who want to be added in my new journal, please comment in this entry. Comments will be screened.
It's been a good two years, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) _lyingpictures ♥ |
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| Carton drinks in replacement of chocolate. |
[Feb. 14th, 2007|09:51 pm] |
| [ | i feel |
| |  groggy | ] |
I feel very blinded by red lights. It distinctively feels like Jessleen just draped the remainder red cellophane paper over my eyes. Though the main reason is probably the fact that I spent post-common test mocking Morgan's creativity (or lack of it. Either way is funny), sticking pennyangpows randomly on the walls of the classroom (going for the cliche, Red Red Red Gong Xi Gong Xi Ba Kwa Ba Kwa look) and wondering aloud the point of drowning the classroom in red paper when the judging for Best Decorated Classroom was already over. We didn't intend to win. And I guess it added on to the entire Why Are We Still Doing This? atmosphere. Nonetheless, it was Ms Ang's perserverance theory that won us over and we managed to lift a finger or two to staple a mosaic of red construction paper on the notice board.
For the life of me, I cannot understand why I was banned from wearing my D&G boxers around the house. Unless my father seems to have some kind of childhood trauma with glow-in-the-dark dinosaurs, please somebody explain why it seems atrociously sinful to parade comfy underwear. And at home, away from the prying eyes of the public and whatsoever. Which also seems to be somewhat irrelevant. Hello. They're boxers. Auntie LiLi goes to the market wearing checkered boxers. Devi, daughter of bus driver and claustrophobic, prances around the playground in grey boxers. Albert the school-drop out is in oblivion as his orange boxers scream Good Day, I am a Freak. Oh, how about Iffah? Iffah who? Iffah, the loser? Oh that Iffah! She steps out of the house in horrendously furring pyjama pants or on good days, random spewage from her mother's old stash of maternity wear.
Oh, okay the maternity wear thing was over the top. But, you get my point. I am not about to let this evolve to a social issue that might just affect my stand in society as a individual with a sound mind. Therefore, to brood on it would be restricted to the back of my mind while on the last train to Utopia.
Speaking of which, the comprehension today was very stimulating. Incubus, Nirvana and Modestmouse.
But seriouslyyyyyy. No Dolce? |
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[Feb. 5th, 2007|10:17 am] |
CRESCENT NPCC IS A GOLD MUTHAFUCKING UNIT!
Suck on that bitchazxzxz |
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| GQW |
[Jan. 22nd, 2007|10:03 pm] |
| [ | i feel |
| | nostalgic | ] |
| [ | boomboxx |
| | Made Up Love Song No. 42 - The Guillemots | ] |
Good day, I need an overdose of caffeine. Or rather nicotine, as we've learnt recently. I think I'm exhausting my own supply of Kopiko. No, it's not jeopardising the class. But I don't know if it works either. *nudge nudge marvellaid*
I still wonder how The Partner does it, really. She miracalously survives the gruelling 8++ hours of mundane montone. What more still being able to see the light in going to CCA. Me? My cloud's silver lining turned rusty a long time ago. And I'm barely hanging on by the final ticking minutes of a period. She has made a few attempts of encouragement and they all end up in vain. Thus, I've concluded long ago that the problem lies in me, really. I am a lazy asshole, yeah. Fight that, minions.
You'd think that sitting next to our very own Waverly Jong (in terms of prodiginess << JADE WORD) would actually have some of her intellect rub off on you. If it means anything, I think I'm drastically pulling down her IQ. Poor her. And what more with mine and marvellaid's pointless + incessant annoyance. The things that she goes through is tremendously challenging. HAHA YES. PINNYANGPOW, THANK YOU.
But, yes I love her. For the apricots and random chocolate bars she brings for me. Because that's what partners do anyway.
Pursed lips + Thoughtful eyes combo = OGOD KILLER LOOK :D
Let's discuss the idiosyncrasies of the person who sits beside you in class today. Humour me, please. |
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| STink! |
[Jan. 21st, 2007|12:26 pm] |
| [ | i feel |
| |  aggravated | ] |
It rained very heavily ; the host was trying to pull a Heidi Klum; metnzag without the NPCC uniform; Syaqif was overly annoying; met Neil; Neil won second;
Neil is a great guy; Neil and I will never meet again.
AAHHH WTF, IFFAH, HOW CAN YOU NOT EXCHANGE NUMBERS WITH SOMEONE SO AWESOME! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 18th, 2007|12:25 pm] |
nzag!
Yeahhhh, I got your attention. Stop by
after STomp? |
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