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Thursday, June 26, 2008 . 10:35 PM

Sch's in.I'm out.

sigh. I get the empty feeling when nobody is reading my blog. Who cares anw. It's sucky. w00t.

Anw Ms Sharma didn't come and there was this shitty guy who looked like a monkey who stood outside and came in and at first i thought he was the damn relief. Till he said that he's the relief for the entire Geog lessons. Not that he said that, but i gleaned that off his body language. And dear old monkey happens to be 30+, haven't break voice like so he's like cracking at every higher note he makes in his T1 voice. Solihin snubbed him in a rather smart manner hahas. He sux anw. I have the feeling that why Ms Sharma didn't become our Geog teacher is cos of timo that fagger. Last year go rub her butt. That pervert.

Today is such a good morning. That is, if there were no 4.8km run. And anw dear old PE teacher gave us a good pushhup position cos we late. then run to the ECPark lagoon.Halfway i gave out cos too tired. (actually i had the strength but i lack willpower.) so i trudged across the sand beach and got my shoes and socks full of the gritty stuff, then pretty much walked the 2.5km back. There were occasional sprints, of course but i definitely had no strength by then. I'm underweight and i ate a light breakfast so i had no spare energy for the run. so when i finally show up at the finishing line,
Ryan:Yeah spastic! class position 18! woo!
Me:groan.
and i collapsed on the grass and waited till my breath was more close to normal than heart attack mode. And i stoodup and :
Ryan to passing guy:Finishing line there.
Me:WTF Ryan you a@#h^&* you never tell me the damned finishing line is there!
Ryan: ah too bad you never ask.
Me: then why you tell the other guy?!
Ryan: it's called pure randomness. So now ur classposition is 22. ah!!!
Me:...

So i said that i was still 18, i dont care. And Ryan said that im 22. so i write that im 18 and he writes that im 22. whatever.
And anw now my shoe's dead, my ankles are so darn painful that i'm pratically hobbling,my calf muscle is aching, i am super hungry, and im dead tired. damn run.

And choir today i feel so sad. cos there's reauditions and i not only got to still be sop i get 'promoted' from S2 to S1. Sang a high E for clement. Then ask to transfer to bass too many (20++)so cannot. test tenor range i cannot reach the higher parts. whatever. and there's some new song to learn which sounds like 'cranberry i-forgot-what'. no score yet. damn speech day too.