Wednesday, April 25, 2007



Raphael Ong - "Ok, class, you MUST remember that in every statement, every point you make, there MUST be a POINT!" [ Lots of underlines under 'Point' on the whiteboard]
Me - [Whispers to Imran] "Well... what else would you write about?"

I spent today being an infantile, childish emo bitch. Sorry to those out there I've snapped at.

Gosh, I'm so grumpy these days. Someone prescribe Emersius and Ze Qing for medicine pl0x.

Attendance finally settled, thank god. Now it's off my bag, and I've only got 2723 - 1 things to worry about before SA1 hits.

PSL EXCO applications are up, and I'm somewhat reluctant to fill it in, seeing as the EL positions aren't finalized yet. I'll wait until Saturday, I suppose, then go ahead with the position I'm tentatively in for.

Thankfully I feel no resentment towards Glen. It's just the decision that I'm angry with.

And PR responses are irritating as hell. When I ask for an honest opinion between A and B, "both" is not a choice.

The weather is so killing me. Already my nose is a pseudo-waterfall and I've have to clog it up one of these days.

That *beep* Li Chieh managed to irritate me again today, despite all attempts to stop him. I'm praying Ms Tan talks to him soon, before I decide to make his life an emulation of the seventh circle of hell.

How can anyone be that irritating and immature I don't know. I feel like just bitchslapping him halfway to China and back, really. But for now I've just settled for pushing him away. In one attempt, he almost fell into the pond. Pity.

Stupid stupid stupid idiot.

I had a sudden vision of me screaming at him in the middle of canteen or something. But that'd just make me look like the bad guy. Plus, that 10 km thick skull of his is apparently immune to common sense and other assorted virtues.

If he comes up and irritates me one more time, I'm seriously going to just whack him. I cannot take it anymore, I really cannot. If he does it ONE more time, I'll just let the reins of self-control go. Or I'll drag him to Mr Maran. Or Ms Koh. A teacher who can handle him at the very least.

Hmmm, 1C's form teacher =)

I'll pay Ms Melissa Lim a visit one of these days. Together with others I suppose.

That sick stupid asshole. So irritating. Can't stand him. Bloody megalomaniac.

Bleh. Emo nemo.
Whatever, I'm going to listen to some calming music now.
Who am I kidding? Time to go slit some wrists.
Tirra
/Wrists