woah, fuck.

the first day of skule *SIGHS*
absofuckingly bittersweet. it was whack.

let's see...we got tham + tay! again! wahahahaha..lit's really gonna be fun and most of the times, irrelevent but hey, it;s the utter crapping that makes it so utterly..tham-ish.

rmb the snape-like teacher i was supposed to get this year for SS? he transferred! this really sucks, cuz he's a really fantastic teacher and we'll never have the 'oppurtunity' to be taught by him, gah! and you know what's even more incredulous? he ASKED to be transferred and SPECIFICALLY to West Spring Sec. no offense to West Spring ppl out there, but if he left OUR skule for THEIRS, he must really hate our p'pal and his other colleugues. FYI, west spring is typical, new /neighbourhood/ skule. well, really! ..i don't mean to be snobby and all, but hey!

the ickle firsties are really quiet. expected i suppose but i hope they warm up and start making NOISE by next week cuz last year's batch stayed quite the whole year i think. or mebbe they were drowned out by all the noise our batch was making. mmph! well anyway, my best friend had the 'brill' idea to go pop into one of the classes and pretend to be sec one...wud be funny, except we DON'T look sec one and if we *did*, i think i would be slightly insulted. pfft.
SO, we peeped in, and they were all sitting quietly in their individual seats..not talking. geez. i tell you, that's the problem when seats are arranged in invidual rows, exam-style. they don't talk. asked a few questions, trying to make small talk and was replied by frightened faces. god, they were like deer caught in the middle of the road. i sorta gave up then and started bantering with my best friend..which i realized entertained them. *hmmm* egads. ..so we continued ranting stupidly and crazily hoping to get them light-hearted enuff to well..make convos of their own. glerk, ddn quite work tho. but i caught a couple of them akshulli smiling so that's a teeny yay.
we only managed to go to one class because the Good Side [councillors] had already moved in into the others so we *couldn't* invade them. oh well. so we did the next best thing. we went up and down the sec one corridors screaming slogans. ok, so fine, i did most of the screaming but it was fun nonetheless. heheh, nonsensical rant basically..like telling them to start loving their maroon skirts. o0.

saw Tiger aka DM aka mr tan. he's hair's grown taller. think the p'pal went for a dressing course over the holz, she looks a TEENY bit better than usual. moan and groan we did when we realized who form teacher was.
pep talks galore and my former form teacher and current e.maths teacher promised to bring us to Malaysia after our 'o's..geez, i nearly said next year. Note to self: it's THIS year. This.
we love him, we really do. he's almost lieka father to us so who says old geezers arn't fun? their wry humour is...amusing.

i suppose my school in that aspect i quite cool. i really like my teachers. the ones i actually like, i like LOADS.

heh, so my operations manager. well, akshulli i smelled him before seeing him. i wonder what colgne he uses. must be a cheap one or he must be very rich to be able to replenish his supply so often. my mudder calls him mr.hot pants cuz likes to wear this teeny jogging shorts in schoo0l and it's really gross cuz he has really hairy legs. ick.

gack, but reality hit me once again that i wasn't in CAP later on in class. sitting with my friends and 'realized' that they had started conversing in Chinese and doink, i had no idea what was going on. so i turned away and plugged in my discman. *sigh* where the bloody hell is the ENGLISH??