We had POP today...

There was clearly a distinct ennui evoked amongst the sec 2s, as we discussed in soft murmurs, about Luke and his comical antics while he handed the Sec3s their certificates (of promotion). [Which was supposed to be done in April, screw H1N1...]

I loathed having to fall in under the hot sun. On some charmed moments, a stray cloud would drift slowly, blocking the sun, giving us a breather from the relentless basking.

      Except for the farewell presents, and the playing for the farewell concert, I HATE POP!!  =X

We went to st. pats today-- claimed by our conductor as, one of the best bands in singapore, having been their band director for 25 years. By the way, he's an ex st. pats student.... haix im not saying anything...

ANYWAY, we were totally trashed... well, at least i ain't beaten by the st. pats tubist. HEE HEE...

Good job! I want more people to start flaming me! Then, we can have a flaming war. Now, look at the side  at the profile page, yeah thats the reason for the short post. I'm off to maple.

ps: -I would prefer ppl using my cbox to flame other people, then i can be the hero who stops the bickering.
     - and FYI, I ain't sebastian. He's just another good friend, and I ain't the cad who would adopt another personna just to scold vulgar. --I would say it IN YOUR FACE.

I overheard the bunch of sterotypical hypocrite know-it-all, opposite our table, discussing about the upcoming sequel to the Twilight, Dawn. This is what the oldest, haggard-lookin' has-been said: " You know, dawn is when the sun goes down, and when we experience twilight. Having heard what I've just said, I'm sure you guys must be eager to watch the movie."

 I exchange glances with my dad, and his face recoiling red just like his rare steak, apparently trying hard to curb the approaching shrieking and howling. Yes, we have yet to see how hard his guffaws can become, maybe he can laugh from his belly with this vile of humour.
 
Then, I directed to my brother, who shot me a quizzical look, " WTF is with them?"

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爽SHUANG爽

One year of waiting and diligence. One year of envy and determination... And the masker has finally earned the right to use the SENIOR'S tuba! W00t!  YNWA <3

Mathematics.... Oh well.

A beautiful topic ruined by the ugly facts, as the simple idea becomes complicated. This statement rings true to what I'm feeling now. Mathematics, usually the one which save me from the pits of abomination is actually dragging me down, not like the messiah I always regarded it as.

I hate maths. It refused my entrance to eminence, like what my buddies are enjoying now. Why play Judas on my final year?

They will return our EOY scripts tomorrow. A curious mixed of excitement and fear thrives. Ador for my 2 months of dilligence and perserverance, and trepidation of tasting the bitter pill of disappointment ---again.

I believe there won't be eight classes of combined science next year --- try taking our EOY science, you'll cry. I believe that there won't be another episode of partialness -- we're tired of being maligned, so we vilify teachers of favouritism when we gossip. I believe the moderation would be fair -- to our marks and capabilities, as well as the teachers' conscience.

Would tomorrow be the time i savor my fruits of labour, or  shun in the magnifestation of my pre-EOY idleness? I put my last prayer ... to my computer game. :)