heyyyyyy i'm back i'm back i'm back...and i'm....totally bored. I don't find many things to do online nowadays! it seems for the past few months, every night has been the same old damn thing! early evening till around 8 plus playing CS or anything else that strikes my fancy, then after 8 go to vr-zone to check prices and read up on the forums...then all the way up till my bedtime (which is still 10pm godamnit) ... chatting, chatting, chatting! I do appreciate this little invention we call the instant messenger. It's these little improvements on the internet that makes everything so much easier...and any arguments claiming that the internet has only broken our real means of communication and made us drift further apart more than ever bringing us together? That's only for JC students who have nothing better to do than to delve into what makes no sense to us...
THE INTERNET RULES!
muahahaha...okay, how the hell did I manage to get myself into that...nevermind. Let's move on, shall we? Well these two or three days I find myself caught in between samantha and her pals...caught in between meaning as in really finding myself in these webs of communication where sms'es fly around like darts and sometimes I don't even know who I'm talking to! it's downright crazy, but what the heck, I enjoy it. HAHAHA. truth be told, I know almost nothing about samantha's closest girlfriends, and it sure kicks getting to know them, or at least, just exchanging words...lol.
I almost fell asleep today during maths. It's just one of those "holy fuck it's the middle of the week" days (well, isn't that only wednesday?) where everyone just seems so dead that no one wants to say anything! there are usually only two kinds of people in class : those who study, and those who don't. For those who don't, well, the express train to sleepsville is always free and easy. hahaha. Oh yeah did I mention we changed GP teacher, who'll last us till the end of this year and likely following us to the next? This thing happens when a good pregnant teacher takes labour leave and leaves the class in a seriously irking predicament where a substandard teacher (well, by our standards 'substandard') comes into our class and the only aura she exerts on us...
is the 'sleep' aura.
Well, whatever aura she has, it's pretty effective! one of you guys should come by my class one of these days when i'm having GP lesson...you can probably hear the snoring from the outside. if you're lucky you'll catch me drooling on my table. And so another one of my dirty little secrets gets out! yes, i do drool when I sleep. It's a sign. it's like putting a note on my forehead that says
"do not fucking disturb."
Well, excuse the overuse of strong language here. That's probably the second time I used the f- word in a row. Trust me, this kind of language is going on like an everyday adjective, noun or verb along the corridors linking classes and sometimes even in classes. during PW periods these words being thrown around are greeted by pleas from my form teacher stop! but then again, who ever listens? And speaking of PW period...well, it's almost always a slacking period for us peeps.
Tomorrow is thursday, and thursday means going late for school day! and when I say go late for school I mean REALLY late for school. Okay, here's the breakdown. On thursdays we're to report for school at 7:35 (preferably earlier or you'll be hollered at by T.F.F. - I'll go on to what T.F.F. means later. =) ) the first period is spent in the hall where we'd have talks by students or teachers, but it doesn't really matter. All we do is wait there while our asses rot till the bell rings like an angel ringing an ice cream truck triangle, then we go for CME in a computer lab...
A COMPUTER LAB! it's a damn free lab period where everybody slacks and there's alot of tapping going around on the keyboards and clicking on the mouses, and usually moans of defeat by friends of mine losing at online games...you know, miniclip, the works. well our teacher doesn't actually mind.
I think he'd actually understand the consequences of having a class in a computer lab.
Well after that we have two periods of chemistry lectures...and for people like me, who needs em'? I've been going to school at around 10 plus, just in time for GP which comes after the break, which comes after the lectures. But today, i've decided to go for the lectures tomorrow! realizing how important lectures actually are (after 8 damn months, huh?)
And tomorrow will be another day of moans and groans from the lethargic classmates of mine. There's this guy in class who practically every day, comes up to me and sink his fingers into my shoulder. He says it's to test if i'm healthy. If it hurts, I've got a problem. If it doesn't, well, i'm okay. TO HELL WITH THAT! the thing is that everytime he does that it hurts like a bee sting, and the energy generated from that pain makes me grab his arm and then launch a kick to his legs. Well for the past few days I landed a few on his legs, but today i hit the damn jackpot. Right in the middle where it feels the best! muahahaha....
"that's what you get for asking for trouble, man. can you fucking stop doing that?"
He'd better not do it again. lol....and my friends around us would be laughing our asses off....hahahahaa.
okay guys, wondering what's T.F.F? here's something to get you going.
"FROM TAMPINES AVENUE 9, WEIGHING IN AT FOUR HUNDRED POUNDS, THE ONE, THE ONLY, THE FAT FUCK!!!!!" *T.F.F. comes out, fireworks fly*
hahahahaha...there you have it. T.F.F is actually a really bigass malay guy who teaches MLEP, or malay language elective programme, a program for those malay smartasses who wanna further their knowledge in their culture and heritage. Well the WWE thing above was made by me, but i'm not responsible for the original T.F.F. name!!! my friend came up with it way back...and I guess that's just how we know the guy now...muaahahaha...
okay, probably going off to chat now. Wish me luck in school tomorrow!
THE INTERNET RULES!
muahahaha...okay, how the hell did I manage to get myself into that...nevermind. Let's move on, shall we? Well these two or three days I find myself caught in between samantha and her pals...caught in between meaning as in really finding myself in these webs of communication where sms'es fly around like darts and sometimes I don't even know who I'm talking to! it's downright crazy, but what the heck, I enjoy it. HAHAHA. truth be told, I know almost nothing about samantha's closest girlfriends, and it sure kicks getting to know them, or at least, just exchanging words...lol.
I almost fell asleep today during maths. It's just one of those "holy fuck it's the middle of the week" days (well, isn't that only wednesday?) where everyone just seems so dead that no one wants to say anything! there are usually only two kinds of people in class : those who study, and those who don't. For those who don't, well, the express train to sleepsville is always free and easy. hahaha. Oh yeah did I mention we changed GP teacher, who'll last us till the end of this year and likely following us to the next? This thing happens when a good pregnant teacher takes labour leave and leaves the class in a seriously irking predicament where a substandard teacher (well, by our standards 'substandard') comes into our class and the only aura she exerts on us...
is the 'sleep' aura.
Well, whatever aura she has, it's pretty effective! one of you guys should come by my class one of these days when i'm having GP lesson...you can probably hear the snoring from the outside. if you're lucky you'll catch me drooling on my table. And so another one of my dirty little secrets gets out! yes, i do drool when I sleep. It's a sign. it's like putting a note on my forehead that says
"do not fucking disturb."
Well, excuse the overuse of strong language here. That's probably the second time I used the f- word in a row. Trust me, this kind of language is going on like an everyday adjective, noun or verb along the corridors linking classes and sometimes even in classes. during PW periods these words being thrown around are greeted by pleas from my form teacher stop! but then again, who ever listens? And speaking of PW period...well, it's almost always a slacking period for us peeps.
Tomorrow is thursday, and thursday means going late for school day! and when I say go late for school I mean REALLY late for school. Okay, here's the breakdown. On thursdays we're to report for school at 7:35 (preferably earlier or you'll be hollered at by T.F.F. - I'll go on to what T.F.F. means later. =) ) the first period is spent in the hall where we'd have talks by students or teachers, but it doesn't really matter. All we do is wait there while our asses rot till the bell rings like an angel ringing an ice cream truck triangle, then we go for CME in a computer lab...
A COMPUTER LAB! it's a damn free lab period where everybody slacks and there's alot of tapping going around on the keyboards and clicking on the mouses, and usually moans of defeat by friends of mine losing at online games...you know, miniclip, the works. well our teacher doesn't actually mind.
I think he'd actually understand the consequences of having a class in a computer lab.
Well after that we have two periods of chemistry lectures...and for people like me, who needs em'? I've been going to school at around 10 plus, just in time for GP which comes after the break, which comes after the lectures. But today, i've decided to go for the lectures tomorrow! realizing how important lectures actually are (after 8 damn months, huh?)
And tomorrow will be another day of moans and groans from the lethargic classmates of mine. There's this guy in class who practically every day, comes up to me and sink his fingers into my shoulder. He says it's to test if i'm healthy. If it hurts, I've got a problem. If it doesn't, well, i'm okay. TO HELL WITH THAT! the thing is that everytime he does that it hurts like a bee sting, and the energy generated from that pain makes me grab his arm and then launch a kick to his legs. Well for the past few days I landed a few on his legs, but today i hit the damn jackpot. Right in the middle where it feels the best! muahahaha....
"that's what you get for asking for trouble, man. can you fucking stop doing that?"
He'd better not do it again. lol....and my friends around us would be laughing our asses off....hahahahaa.
okay guys, wondering what's T.F.F? here's something to get you going.
"FROM TAMPINES AVENUE 9, WEIGHING IN AT FOUR HUNDRED POUNDS, THE ONE, THE ONLY, THE FAT FUCK!!!!!" *T.F.F. comes out, fireworks fly*
hahahahaha...there you have it. T.F.F is actually a really bigass malay guy who teaches MLEP, or malay language elective programme, a program for those malay smartasses who wanna further their knowledge in their culture and heritage. Well the WWE thing above was made by me, but i'm not responsible for the original T.F.F. name!!! my friend came up with it way back...and I guess that's just how we know the guy now...muaahahaha...
okay, probably going off to chat now. Wish me luck in school tomorrow!
