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Friday, April 01, 2005

how i wished it was all an april fool's joke.

stop trying to act funny.

cos you're not.

HAHAHA. if you wanted me to laugh.

i had.

and please go away NOW.

today almost the whole of 210 cried. attracted lots of attention. though it wasn't our intention. sigh. wasted our whole geog lesson away. mrs chan was being very nice. even though she compares me with my sister. yah but she's very nice actually.

to think of it now. actually it wasn't that bad. like i don't really understand it now. but then again, i'm quite speechless. i've never met anyone like him before.

i was basically quite affected by zx. she cried and cried and cried. the power of her tears. wow.

and actually i'm in quite a bad mood now. i keep snapping at people. my mum, my auntie, my grandmother. sigh. feeling quite guilty. but i can't really help it. somehow the things they say are irritating me quite a lot. or maybe it's just me.

and actually nygh isn't that kind of place after all. it's not all demerit points and no latecoming and no coloured bras and no messy hair and STUDYSTUDYSTUDY. and my impression on teachers have changed quite a bit. even if they don't make an impact on my life. i'm shocked. that they actually cared abt us. like, even mrs tieh talked to us. haha we are such big shots. and they told us quite a lot, and i realized they ain't that study grades study grades after all. yeah. they actually cared abt us. i'm touched. yeah, i am.

and i sorta missed mr ngiow. he was very nice to us. and NOT FAKE. like some other comical looking teacher whose body is inproportionate. and no more interesting topics. no more ahems. no more talk of the day.

clarisse's top 10 hot guys:


  1. mr turtle
  2. the jian with pink and white hair
  3. alfred yeo
  4. gary tang
  5. mr liu chinese speech [she loves his tight jeans]
  6. mr ngiow
  7. kazua/hello kitty
  8. albert bre-something
  9. damien yam
  10. mr kuo

gosh. oh-so-hot.

liwen's list of hotties:

  1. bach
  2. mozart
  3. piano
  4. ci yu shou ce
  5. NERDY GUY [hahaha mr green!]
  6. beethoven
  7. brahmes? who's this guy?
  8. gay chopin [sorry liwen, he's not available]
  9. tchaikowsky?
  10. MORE NERDS!

now let us look at liwen's prospective bf.

he must have white curly hair, constipated face, be rather funny looking and very nerdy.

haha. typing all these cheered me up quite a bit. it hasn't been that pleasant and sweet lately. in all aspects of my life. oh well. whatever. who cares abt me anyway.

i have a bad attitude. sorry people.


heaven on earth
8:08 pm