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Sunday, June 11, 2006


i am so bored. i don't have anything to do here at home. i can't go out today cos i have to spend time with jeremy. but he never listens to me. so what's the point of staying home? urgghh. i'm only allowed to go out on weekdays. and i usually sleep in on weekdays. then i eat. then i bum around. so yeah. well, right now? i'm freaking bored.

oh no. i'm chewing on my shirt again. a habit i developed just recently. dunno why. teoh guan says cos i'm a cat. diiiaaooo. then he'll scold me cos i have no self-control. pffsh. okay it's a VERY BAD HABIT.

oh yeah. i remembered last thursaday. anyway. after the sph thing, samantha, marissa and i went to school to put ms elizabeth tan's stuff in her cupboard. when we entered, mr singh was scolding some boys. so we went in. and when we went out, mr singh was like, "you come in you come out donno why never tell me!" (in that super funny accent) you could tell that he was annoyed. i was behind the two of them and i had to go to him and explain why. then he said, "your hair is all over your face! do you have a hair pin or do you want me to get a safety pin for you?" !!!!!!!! safety pin? okayy. no one uses that for the hair. it was a bad hair day, alright? i woke up late for camp. hehe.

after that we went to the bus stop to go to tp interchange. we saw the group of ncc land guys. from sec 2n2. they call me ACCIDENT. cos one time i was with yuling and yixin and we saw that same group of guys. they were kinda walking ahead of us and they were punching the pillars and one of them punched a window. it didn't break or anything. the window belonged to a daycare centre and the owner came out. she was shouting "who hit the window? own up! i will call mr singh if you do not own up!" no one said anything. so yixin, yuling and i just walked away. then she shouted and told us to stay there. umm. okaaay. the guys started coming up with stupid lies. then yixin said "it was me, ok. a guy pushed me and my head hit the window." the auntie said are you sure, blablabla. she kept on saying crap and threatening to call mr singh. i was getting really, really pissed and she kept on crapping. so i just screamed "it was an accident," and the guys all looked at me. she let us off after i screamed at her. i don't really care. so yeah, that's how accident came up.

my mom wants me to accompany her to look for shops that sell cheap stuff. i'm so tired of shopping. suntec is really boring to me now. there aren't any nice shops. ugghh. i'm still bored even though i typed a lot. maybe less bored. but still bored. oh well.


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