Monday, June 16, 2003


E.V.O.N. T.E.O

Chilling at Jon's now eagerly anticipating my enrolment for year three electives.
Dun really give a shit about the IS....
thou' i've learnt from my Conversational French lesson that if i were to take it lightly,
I'd have to bear what consequences it might bring.....
be it positive or negative.
Just that in the French case, it was downright sickening having to walk into a class where i feel so lonely.
Of course i always have the companionship of Nadia and Cheryl.
I still have to put up with those wanna-bes and poseurs in the class lor.
No diff from being in masscomm lessons sia.
Makes me wanna quit school only.
Now i've grown from my lesson that i should always enrol togetherwith at least one good friend.

Was looking forward to D/S Ho Meng Kit's farewell party today....
but Mich and Lee insisted that we shouldn't go cuz they are too timid to.
But i simply lurve such functions....
esp organisational ones when it's oh-so formal....
so damn professional and cool lor.
Wasn't too happy about it.
But whut to do??? It'd be quite ridiculous to be standing there alone at one corner lor.
But we still ended at the function AFTER OUR LUNCH.
whut's the fuckin point already right.????
Arghghhhhh.........
Well... at least i got to see who Ho Meng Kit was....
Take a last look at him lor...
At least i know who i've been running errands for lor....

Aiya... damn sian to say anything else already la.
bye.



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