was in macro econs tutorial. but i couldnt comprehend a thing about the recessionary gap graph she is yakking about.
reminder: self-revise macro economics. the whole thing.
i have been kind of unlucky ever since yesterday, after school. but strangely i aint grumpy nor cranky at all those weird things that happened. i think my temper these days have simmered to a SUPER low point. maybe this is what you call "maturing". (grins.)
let's see.
one) yesterday, i was trying to show my clique this pose that is so exaggerated and hilarious. i didnt know that the stupid walls at nyp have this jagged rough surface so i did the pose which i wont bother explaining cause it's a hassle to. but anyways, i scrapped my elbow on the wall and i didnt know till we all stopped laughing and i felt a sting on it. plus, i think i sprained my wrist too whilst at it cause i had a hard time erasing my work just now with the eraser and it hurts now too when i type fast. boo.
two) this morning, i nearly tumbled down the stairs cause i was fooling around (for no apparent reason) to the song "stupid cupid" (PFFT). it was ridiculous and thank god no one was at home. but that makes me sillier cause i was dancing with myself AND MY DOG.
three) i broke the strap of my favourite gold gladiator-like sandals cause i tripped on something blah blah. i didnt fall, but i think there were some ugly looks slash poses involved and my poor sandals! it was on my way to school somemore. so i stapled the strap to the sole and woots! it lasted the whole day! i have survival skills eh! hahahahah.
four) writing class had a weird tense atmosphere when we wanted to decide groupings of fives for the report project amongst the clique. that is why large cliques (13 in this case) are difficult to maintain. plus, i found out some ignorance on my part. sometimes, i just wish to be more sensitive and alert, but then i'm always failing myself. (though my radar for erhm, guys, are like super top-notch). i just hope my friends love me still.
five) someone in class is a fat and stinking big-mouthed slut.
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and you're the FUGLY sort, so what makes you think you have the right to laugh at the expense of someone who obviously has wayyy nicer hair, wayyy better complexion and many more wayyy excelled attributes (declaration: obviously i am not talking about myself as that better person here.) compared to your too-humungo-jumbo thighs all clamped up in those trashed-worthy shorts and too-poofy over-dyed HAGRID hair?
tsk tsk. who gives two hoots about your squeaky-voice dwarf of an ah beng boyfriend? that doesnt prove your obviously non-existent market value at all.
that's all of the bad things. and i sure hope no more! but later, there were some good things!
like,
one) everybody was dressed so pretty in neon colors today! pretty things makes me happy!
two) i chanced upon one of my childhood friends while waiting for my mummy to pick me up. i couldnt recognise him, as usual (seen him before a couple of times.). he was practically waving in my face when it strikes me who he was and stuff. i told him "you look so different" and he said, "you keep saying that".
it was so funny and embarrassing. and after he left, i just kept thinking why i couldnt recognise him and also reminiscing all those days on the school bus and going to his place sometimes. also, his hot latin-looking sister (but they are pure chinese!) who treats me like her own sister, taking care of me when i was in primary school and she was in secondary already.
i conclude he looks more matured. i guess i had always remembered him as that cute little boy with the natural olive skin tone and deep features. pretty hot you know. hahaha.
i need to remember to get his contact number!
oh well. i will upload pictures when i am not so lazy. today was an interesting post eh? i want a new skin! but alas, hectic schedule!
i am banned from using the usual Guess messenger that i carry cause my mummy says i stuffed too much stuff in it. and it was suppose to be for my brother. boo. i am bag-less! for once, i found a bag that could last (i told mummy that and she said "of course. it was 300 bucks!") but i cant use it anymore! so how now! i hate those bags that crumble after a few months! lousy quality! i wont bear to use that Topshop one even if i bought it! DILEMMA!
ta-ta.
xoxo.
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ive me some number 42, dp hotness.for once, i feel so deprived.
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