Heather: LIWEN! Did you message zr? (
please say no, please say no)
Liwen: Er....no. Didnt have his number.
Heather: Whew. (
sigh of relief)Liwen: But... I did message sx (
grins)Heather: WHAT?!!
What a . . . What a
friday.For the record, I am neither pretty nor smart nor cool nor popular and the answer is definately no! He goes through his mind when he stares is probably just ' Oh, look, there goes Karen's wierd friend."
Then again, I may be wrong, but I don't think
I have anything to be embarressed about. Not yet,at least.(:
Friday.
Watched this video of Adolf Hitler's biography during ACE and although the rest of the class was probably traipsing through Lalaland, I actually found the video quite interesting, probably because I know nothing about Hitler except that he has a moustache and likes to raise his arm at a strange angle.
Class photo,fun indeed. Had the honour of standing at the very top and last row, I like. The informal were cool, geeks galore! All the fake specs
whoosh were whipped out and all the shirts went
fwoo into the pants and skirts.
After art club, had a looooong and dreary journey home. Mrt was packed, and we were packed like sardines in a can. Waiting for the bus at Tanah Merah bustop, my legs were tired, strained and wobbly, my shoulders aching and drooping, absolutely moodless.
Arriving home, appetite non-existent. Trudge into the toilet,discover that I was so groggy and tired and blur in the morning that I frogot to brush my retainers.
Yuck.
Now I'm so tired my eyelids are about to have a reluctant meeting. L.O.S.S, perhaps?
What a friday.
