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Sunday, 12 April 2009 @ 20:17

Hola.

Turns out I was too lazy to blog about Sports Day and NPAP. In a nutshell, Sports Day was OK except for the crowd control duty. It wasn't as bad as last year's but still. Nearly went deaf lah.

NPAP was alright too. We had to rush through the TKSS side gate in our pinafores cause we were late though. People were staring so that made me feel uneasy. Ma'am Clarice told us not to worry when Haifaa and I asked her if there was still any chance of getting into the top 40. She said something else after that but I didn't exactly catch it. Too afraid to ask her to repeat cos she already said it twice. So yeah. That was Wednesday. Oh, and I was super hyper that day. Giggled at every little shit that came out of people's mouths. And threw balled up receipts at my sleeping squadmate in the bus. Sharifah assisted me in that.

School tomorrow. D:

Going to study at Bedok Library after school with Syadza I think. Hopefully we don't get distracted and start talking about boobs and asses and weird teachers and stuff like the last time. We should stay away from the computers too. The last time we went we tried to sign up or something but being the bimbos we were we couldn't figure it out. We still had fun making up ultra weird usernames and very predictable passwords. Ahem.

Gotta do my homework now. Aargh.

Bye.