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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
So like... Today dance was fucking fun. I can do a turn now, it looks less retarded than the previous times. I still get incredibly dizzy after turning because i can't spot for shit. The contemp dance is fucking awesome (i expected some nonsense shit where its like ballet and all)
We did like 200000 push ups (actually only about 50 but felt like 2000000) and now the dancers (namely My Father) have crazy muscular arms.
On a more serious note, today i got scolded again during lecture because i was replying wilson via my phone which i sneakily (or not so sneakily) stored in my pencil box. Giamasan bitched stared me till i nearly peed in my pants. Then after lecture she talked to me. I thought it was gonna be alot worse. But thank fully its just a "First talking, now smsing" "errrrr ya sorry" "want me to confiscate?" "errrr not really. sorry (so remorseful)" "ok... tsk, so disappointing know" "errrr ok sorry wont happen again. hugs and kisses!!!"
AHAHAHA.
Ok. But no. I have to stop being a jackass in class. That is Nigel/Saeful/Eugene/Marcus's job.
We did like 200000 push ups (actually only about 50 but felt like 2000000) and now the dancers (namely My Father) have crazy muscular arms.
On a more serious note, today i got scolded again during lecture because i was replying wilson via my phone which i sneakily (or not so sneakily) stored in my pencil box. Giamasan bitched stared me till i nearly peed in my pants. Then after lecture she talked to me. I thought it was gonna be alot worse. But thank fully its just a "First talking, now smsing" "errrrr ya sorry" "want me to confiscate?" "errrr not really. sorry (so remorseful)" "ok... tsk, so disappointing know" "errrr ok sorry wont happen again. hugs and kisses!!!"
AHAHAHA.
Ok. But no. I have to stop being a jackass in class. That is Nigel/Saeful/Eugene/Marcus's job.
shake me. 8:05 PM.
