Monday, May 22, 2006

PANIC! At my heart

Me - "So...Victor, how did Ms Wong react when she realized I wasn't in class?"
Victor - "Oh you know, my register number is after you, so she collected [The exams papers]starting from the back. Then she called your name and was 'Where's Linus?' Then I told her you didn't come. Then I think, I THINK, she smiled."
Me - "How evil."

Wow, 3 blog posts in one day. Bored stiff. And just to clarify, I do not like Panic! at the Disco. I don't care if it's rock or emotional rock or whatever, in my book, it's rubbish. No offense to Panic! at the Disco fans out there.

Anyways, a new wave of nervousness just hit. My Aikido grading is in like 1 month's time and I'm officially screwed for it. I can't even bloody roll properly lah! I"M GOING TO FAIL!

Sigh, thankfully I can remember the names of the techniques. But really, I can remember the first time I learnt the -most- basic technique...

Instructor - "Ok. It's like this, like this, then step forward and then...like this."
Me - "Uh...huh..."
Instructor - "Ok, the move name is Katate Dori: Gyakku Hanmi Ikkyo Irimi Nage"
Me - [Blank look] "What?"

Yeah, so anyways, I'm screwed.

Performing PDPC for VS Arts appreciation day thing. Gosh, Ms Koh says that our class is going to watch us. That's horrible! My reputation as the evil alpha-bitch will be ruined! And I can bet those insensitive fags like Justin and Matthew and David and Matthew and Clement are not going to even bother to appreciate it. In fact, I can safely say that they're going to make a lot of snide remarks and I will have to resist the temptation to grab Sophie and launch her at high velocity at them. Speaking of Sophie, both she and I (and others?) are having a hard time letting go of PDPC. I'm going to really miss it, all the times we...shared together aye? But life goes on nevertheless.

Ah yes, found a truly touching video on YouTube. Something about Boston Public, a girl Tamyra was singing "Dance with my Father", a beautiful song written by Luther VanDross. It really really touched me and makes me so grateful that I still have my dad around. I actually cried while listening to that song because...I don't know. Tamyra's beautiful, pure voice must have struck a chord within me because I just started tearing...I love that song...Here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9yrQgEBQIs

Sigh, I think I'm going to try a final time to make peace with Justin tomorrow. If that fails, I will impale him through the head with the broom,then proceed to viciously maul him with the dustpan.

They are such fags! Bloody hell leh. Playing SOCCER in class, bouncing the fricking ball all over the fricking place. And the best thing is that our dear sweet USELESS monitor WAFIY is either doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, or watching them, or playing with them. Lovely. This could explain why the hell our class is about as bonded as air. The next time the class commitee survey sheet comes around, I am really going to mark the class bonding as BAD. Everytime I keep seeing it at "good". What BS. Our class is practically made up of warring parties.

Hmm, talking about the class, about time I got the decorations up. Unfortunately, I'm going to first have to deal with those fags entering our class for Chinese. Bloody hell lah. The decorations are being RUINED because of THEM! Goddamit, when I go to their class, I don't bloody touch the bloody fricking decorations. But noooo, they will have to have bloody itchy fingers and thus, bloody maul and MUTILATE all the bloody decorations I bloody painstakingly put up. Bloody fags.

Sigh, feeling quite sick. Wanna stay home from school tomorrow, but yet, I feel like going to school to play. Gosh...What a dilemma...And god knows if Dilemma is even spelt correctly. Too lazy to look it up.

Ah yes, as a closing note, glad to know that at least one person appreciates the quotes I've been putting up at the top of my blog posts. Well, I put them there most of the time anyway. My life is so interesting, and my friends are so spastic, there's simply no lack of quotes.