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16 June
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I thought I hadn't blogged for long, but then I realise its more or less the same for others too. We're all so BUSY. Saturday was a LONG day. Flag Day with Myit, Tabs, Eve, Ulin, Chana. Bus to Clarke, split up, canvassed donations, Burger King, MRT to ps, more money, awesome donuts, weird people, trying-to-be-funny guys, bus back to Fairfield Methodist. It's not the end yet. Bus with Myit and Sarah to station, MRT to Kallang, cab to Indoor Stadium. Thinking Day Celebrations. Oh God. I survived it all, despite the odd fluctuations in my blood pressure level.

Seriously, I was so mad. SO DAMN MAD. Idiot, BLOODY IDIOT. There's no point pissing me off and then going sorry sorry sorry. Bloody hell. It's a damn crowded MRT and everybody's eyes are on us. And you have to open your big fat mouth and ask: Dhanya, will you forgive me? Goodness me. Thanks to you, now everyone there thinks I'm some kind of mean person. Just stop being a pain, and I'll be so grateful to you. Sometimes, you should really think before you say something.

Okay, anyway. School has been oh so funny! Especially recesses and lunches. Sharing all the Flag Day stories and stufffs. Chana's trying so hard to be like me, but in vain. Serious in vain. And then there's Hazel's favourite Hideout: The Toilet. Ooh Mrs Raj. She says we get on her nerves. We YAK YAK YAK. We make her have headaches. But I really dont know. I honestly thought it was the other way around. And, Tabs indirectly rolled her eyes at my joke, where Eve mistook my thermometer for a correction tape and tried using it. Great, its not funny anymore. Crap.

My grades are going down to the most awful, stinky, dirty, polluted drain. My english is like, wow. All I see on my paper are bright red ink XXX. (crosses, btw) And my AMath is crap too. I am so freaking careless. SO DAMN CARELESS. I copy question wrongly, switch signs, miss out x's and all the retarded mistakes. Nothing to beat the blunder I made in the Bio paper. Guess what, I mistook a sperm for a vagina. Believe it or not. I don't care. But I wrote in that stupid answer. And before the test, they were like "take out graph paper". Really, I almost fell off my chair. Like wth? Draw my menstrual cycle? False alarm anyway.

I think I've said alot of crap up there. I need to go do something productive. Oh, I was looking through the scary booklet (the OLevel thing) I'm going to follow Mr.Anthony's words. I'm going to visualise. Yes, VISUALISE. Only thing, I don't know where and what to.

Labels: Crap.

HAPPY VALENTINES EVERYBODAY!

Im saying this like now, because I wna be the FIRST to wish you all. Aw! Anyway, about school. Monday was super slack for some reason. Mrs Koh came in half an hour late and was like Huh? How come you all so early uh? And, she called herself a sucker. Tuesday rocks because of PE. PE IS FUN-NY! My group has pro batters. YEY! Today was rather boring because its only till eleven. Oh, and the firedrill.

Dhanya: Eh, I forgot, what's the name of that vehicle to put out the fire uh?

Eve: (No response)

Dhanya: Oh, I know, the Fire Machine?

Eve: No la, its the Fire Truck or something.

AHAHA. Later, we walked to Golden Rooster for lunch. Btw, I've been teasing Hazel like alot nowadays. It's so fun man. She's bloody robotic/systematic and what not. I've named her Chicken Ass btw. Long story how the name came about.

I wna watch DefinitelyMaybe!

You Are the Super Ego

While some people may think first and act later... you often don't act at all.You rather be safe than sorry, and you take ethics pretty seriously.Like everyone, you have some pretty crazy desires. But unlike everyone, you restrain yourself.You have high standards for your own behavior. And you happily exceed them.

Facebook's crap.

So well, who in the right mind would actually believe me if I said that I went to Sri Lanka during the weekend. The point is, that I did. I woke up at 4AM on sat for the flight. Everything was fine until we were on the way to my grandparent's house from the airport. Serious traffic congestion, so we had to take this really bumpy detour. When we reached their place, grandma said that they had detected a bomb, thus congestion. Like wow. I could have been blown up into a million pieces. This is seriously life-risking. Then I went to aunt's house, okay it was really sad and stuff. Went back home, lunch, short nap, helped arrange furniture for the night.

Anyway, things felt weird. And I gave an impromptu speech, after which I cried. I told myself, Don't, Don't, Just Don't, Eveyone's looking! But couldn't help it. We woke up sunday morning at 4.30AM and left for the airport. The flight was really bad beacuse of the bad weather conditions. Bad turbulance. And there was this sudden jerk, and when I opened my eyes, there was this flash of white. For a moment I was like, Thank God I at least made it to heaven. Then I looked out of the window and realised it was just the clouds. Oh, the plane landed in Terminal 3 btw. Later in the day, two bombs went off in Colombo. Oh God. I'm still alive. I'm still ALIVE.

Happy things on my 1-day trip: Caught a glimpse of my cousins, Uncle Neil's so nice, watched Jab We Met.

Labels: weekend trip.