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Friday, August 7, 2009 @ 9:38 PM


Today was like... NATIONAL DAY!!! But no, we did not dress up in red, and boy, it was fun!! I was late for school in the morning,(as usual) and I got a good scolding from Mdm Santhi and I was pissed off, not with her, but it with myself. I mean it was my big day and I was actually late! Actually on time but no time to rehearse, so we rehearsed one more time. First Yock Yen the mc said whatever she was ssupposed to, but I was so not listening as I was freaking out. Malay pledge? In front of the whole school?! After chinese by Rachael and Rinitha, then the Tamil by Angeline and Sherin, malay by Esther and myself, and the english pledge by Kesinee the old hag and Hong mei. It was a success except that we were quite soft. After that, we had a carnival and we ate ate ate and put henn but it was smudged by lord knows who. Then came the fun part. We were backstage but mc Yock Yen and I and a few it ppl were singing the ex s pore songs and we were so happy and I took videos. Then I went back in the backstage and of course, as usual, all the monkeys were playing like hell even though we were like BACKSTAGE. We like played sepak Tekraw with a shuttlecock. Like wth. Then, it was our turn to perform, just to say the recollection thingy like: There was a time, not long ago, when other flags flew in S pore. Ok, whatever, you thought I would recite everything to you, dream on. Go research your ownself if your so free to read this blog. Joking, joking. Later I scared you spam me sia, whoever you are. The performance was like a disaster because the my friends were like so... ssoft and neither could I hear them speaking, so Jordi and I screamed our head off. Then everyone cheered, luckily, and not jeered, or not, I swear, I would have been so disappointed but I am still not satisfied with myself as I have not done that well. We ate at KFC and tagged home with Aerie till the bus. Then went tuition but I did not even touch my pencil and when I finally picked it up, the teacher told me that we had to go home as she had something on. I was like, Why did I even come?I then palyed basketball downstairs and Munna kept making fun of us due to the height and I was super pissed off. But I don't vare that much because he is a piss-er wat. Haha, no offence to Sahim!
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