  sects of doom i'm stuck here trying to figure out what i should write for my english composition. the my english composition is decidedly lurid; if you know how my english teacher is like (my average mark for her assignments turns out to be in the D7-E8 range) then the dark themes for composition aren't that surprising any more.
yesterday all our female teachers suffered from a bad bout of PMS, although one looked like she was battling the voices in her head, one is always in that pms-y mode, and the last has stomached so much of pms-ness that it was inevitable anyway. ms fong is really nice, err yes she is, she just looks more auntie than she has ever has. and even kok pin exempted us from his physics hell, which i don't really mind in retrospect even though i still had to carry an effing heavy bag home.
i'm not a strong little beaver. well. not strong in the areas where i need it the most at this time in life anyway. muahahaha. errr there's geography test tomorrow. and do i look i remotely care? and wait. there's our school's crappy band concert at victoria concert hall on thursday - which i would go if joo yeow / kwan siang gave me one of those $8 tickets that joo gave to king arthur & the furry (rabbit), feathery (chicken) and crappy animals (errr oxygen is egested during photosynthesis! ha! ) for free. and scgs' concert on friday, apparently, costs about $15 dollars. this is overkill - my budget: $0. okay night night. 
