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Saturday, October 18, 2008


It's 1:14 am.

And I'm not tired. But I don't feel like doing anything. Computer is boring like crap. And no one is online or awake. All snoring away-,- Sleep so early, wth.

And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm going to miss everyone from class. Sucks when end of year comes. All the separating. I hate the feeling of being used to a class and then having to randomly change classes again. (I refuse to be emotional-,-)

No more nice people, no more irritating people.

Somehow, when the year comes to an end, you find yourself missing those irritating people a teeeenny weeeeny bit as well.

I'm going to miss J2am.
And Jane.
And Amanda.
And Jennifer.
And Lydia.
And Jenny.
And Rachel.
And Siu Ming.
And Vivian.


>:(


But thank God for those who will continue to be with me, like six dollars.




[Edit]

7:08pm

Stupid, proud, arrogant hip hop teacher.

I feel like pulling out someone's hair. Well, I would certainly love to pull out his hair, but apparently he already has not much hair. I swear he's bipolar. Some days God knows what happened to his hairless head that'll make him actually somewhere close to nice. And some days he just reverts back to the criticising shit instructor.

I don't feel like going into it. Too bad for you. Although there was some sort of funny conversation between him and Gil today.

Mr Arrogant: What music you listen to?
Gilaine: Uh... cds?
Mr Arrogant: What cds?
Gilaine: Overseas one ...?
Mr Arrogant: What overseas cd? (Kpoh can-,-)
Gilaine: Uh. Mirotic.
Mr Arrogant: What? Erotic?