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OHMY!!!~ it's already half-past 12 mid-night. and that means, it's the hungry *tooot* festival. what's going to happen? i don't know... so people, better start going home early. don't linger outside until late late, then go home. if not, you'll hear funny noises and see weird shadows casted down beside you. oooooooooooooooooh!~

so yesterday was a thursday. and that means, 1 and half hour with the woman who's got the most irritating voice in the whole world, Mrs Santhi or Ms Santhi. the Beatty Secondary School's Principle of Accounts teacher. she said something like this during the last POA lesson with her, "You all not interested can don't come to my class..." something like that. YEAH! and so, we decided to "CHABOT(i don't know how to spell)", in short "CHAPS".
YEAH! we were procrastinating on whether to attend the dreadful lesson with her for 1 and half hour or to escape from the ear drumming session with the deva-ed lady.
bu in the end, we all decided to give her face... so, we went in. she nagged and preached like some Auntie selling her durians at a roadside stall. we kept saying, "Look down... Look down..." obviously she was pissed, but she just didn't want to express her pissed-ness, so she retaliated with nonsensical answers like, "I'm looking down because the paper is on the table, so i have to look down." yeah something like that. then she say say say say say say say... okay, i don't wanna talk about her lessons. once the image of her coming into my mind makes me wanna faint.

Social Studies test was totally screwed okay! i have no idea what to write and what the Sources want us to know. what a joke man! i have only 6 subjects now. POA, no hope. Combine Humanities, at least go Geography to help me, but Social Studies how?! WHOOHOO!!! confirm die.

SERI! confirm confirm.
okay i wanna sleep already, GOODNIGHT!