twenty-three.
Today when we walked into the second art room, this was the sight that greeted us.
We then proceeded to conclude Mr Foo had lost his mind. Though technically, I dont think he ever was sane in the first place. (and that's beatrice painting in the background doing a victory sign. Definitely not intentional.)
We were so bored we sat outside on the corridor for inspiration. Left to right: dan, wanxin, yiling.
View from the art level. Do you NOT THINK this looks like heaven?!!?!?!?!!? Every evening at 5:30 the sky looks like heaven but today particularly so. Gorgeouso.
Anyhow. We were stressed over our art o'level project, which we so far have not thought of ideas for.
me: ... *leans on railing* would i break my legs if i jump off this floor?
yiling: no. but you'd break your head.
.... I then proceeded to clutch at my stomach for the next twenty seconds in silent spasms of what normal people would call 'laughter'.
For some reason I found her words very funny. It was probably her expression because when I typed it out it was the furthest from funny.
Anyhow.
Chem teacher stepped in today and demanded to know why half the class hasnt handed up an assignment due approximately two weeks ago. She made us write apologetic, reasonable letters to explain our excuses.
Except that most of us couldnt be bothered with her homework and therefore did NOT have an excuse.
So we crapped something awful and handed in a three-line-long explanation and apology. And the sincerest of declarations (from the very, very bottom of our pure hearts) to never attempt something like that again.
I was extremely observant today. First off, I was the FIRST PERSON to notice that Jennifer had her eyebrows done! Secondly, that Perlyn had not been getting enough sleep (dark eye rings, perlyn!!!!! not very obvious lah. it's an observant day for me :D). And thirdly that Wanxin was in an extremely bad mood when I met her.
Actually the last one was pretty straight-in-the-face.
wox: "WAH LAO EH I HATE MY FUCKING CLASS!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking birdheaded people!"
So there you go.
I also felt accomplished, because I HAVE SECURED US A PROPER TEESHIRT PERSON WHO IS WILLING TO PRINT US TEESHIRTS FOR FIESTA.
I rock, so much.
And today, Rebekah declared she would say "I want to be a cute guy!" every half-an-hour, but forgot.
27022006; 10:41pm
