YOU BLAST THE SPEAKERS. I BLAST YOUR HEAD.
i think i can get used to the reaching home before 5 on a monday.
i took super fast to get home. like about 40mins.
it's super short compared to the normal days, where we talk, walk at the speed of 1km/hr, and have to do a million things before planting our butts down on the mrt.
school was passable.
i am beginning to dislike mondays and thursdays.
as much as i love running,i want to get that extra half hour of beauty sleep.
though i don't think the x'tra sleep's been helping me, because as many of my friends know, i've got a breakout.
UGGGHHHH
so, getting back to the point of how much i hate waking up.
i don't bother to remind mydaddy what time i need to go to school.
if he wakes me up on time good, or else, i'll just meet ah ning and go to school normally.
i love literature lessons. i love the ability to discuss and voice out our opinions. it thrills me to have to analyse a poem. haha. weird, maybe. but lit is love, yes.
hahah. my class is super fun. the guys and girls take turns to tell our teachers stuff.
firstly, it was one teacher who's bra straps were falling off her shoulders, so the 2 guys in our class plesently excused themselves out of class so we girls, could tell the teacher.
today, the guys went out with the teacher to tell him, that he's pants had a hole. right split in the middle.
jonas and i wanted to pon chinese. 2 freaking periods of chinese.!? so we started coming up with a list of ideas, but in the end we dragged our buttss to lesson. which reminds me, i am supposed to be angry with him. stupid guy, made use of me la.
i felt bad cause i was so obviously falling asleep during chinese, and jonas and i kept talking. the chinese teacher kept saying" that boy andgirl there, do you have anything to share".
my chinese teacher's english is good man.
he was talking about sand, and granite.
then this cheeky boy,( i think it was shirong), blurted out " teacher, it's not granite, it's grenade(u know the bomb thingy). and my teacher started correcting that boy. hahaha. the teacher was smart enough to not fall into the trap.
if it was me,i'll probably go" sorry sorry, and pronounce it as grenade.
tomorrow's freaking 5 stations for napfa.
i need to do 5 freaking pull ups. and jump at least 160cm.
Help Me, God.
I DON'T WANT TO RETAKE.
love,
syl.