MR IJUANA.Oh my gosh lah, Liwen!Came home with Tingyun, Liwen and Nung, and we were making an incredible din on the train. Talking about all sorts of things from odd relief teachers whose names rhyme with Iguana to a certain male who has an awkward habit of putting his hand on his waist. Passengers were staring, and you could visualize the thought bubble :"Wah Dunman High students ah! Im
so going to complain."
Bet DHS is gonna get some complains streaming in pretty soon.
Who cares! Haha.
Culinary was
good. The fruit tarts Jia Ying and I made were fortunately successful, and tasted awfully good as well. Over all I think I did pick up alot! Better than the last two years of dancing elective.
IDMI WEEK! No school, but its still pretty hectic. At least I'll actually wake up to see the sun and not ivory-dark blue sky. My recycled-newspaper-pulp is happily soaking in the maid's toilet.
Soak, soak, soak.
