Syndication24 May 2008 - 02:38:48 pm
Sociable, not?
Hey ya'll.
Yesterday, Friday, school had a teacher's day celebration. We celebrated a week after the actual day.
I like teacher's day performances. I've always wanted to audition for the performances. But I am never into school's extra curriculars.
Infact, I did not know about the audition. My brother participated and auditioned last year when he was a senior. Good for him.
The performances was very disappointing and upsetting. The singers sucked and still, the audience clapped. It was terrible. I felt like going up the stage and snatching the microphone from their hand. I could, but the teachers will set out new rules.
Several performed well. And left the stage happily. Glad they enjoyed theirs.
The assistant headmistress aka Mrs. Pork got up the stage to sing. Everybody applaud to buy her happiness. But deep inside, there's this urge for wanting to throw pancakes at her.
She sang happily. Pretending like everyone is on her side.
Nobody did and nobody will.
Two students went up and danced like a sissy right beside Mrs. Pork. Practically, they are making fun of her. We laughed and enjoyed our time. So did Mrs. Pork. *She would discipline those students. But not in front of everybody.*
12.30pm. Her performance was not over.
12.40pm. Still not over. Most left the auditorium. Leaving just her and her voice.
I got out of school. Did my actual pose. Waited for J.
My friend, V was mad at me. For not satisfying C's needs. C is a bitch. I don't need to help her do anything. C wasn't satisfied, and blamed it on V. V wasn't satisfied, and blamed it on me.
Confused? This will be better.
C did not make it to school, and she asked for V's help to pass her assignment to the teacher. V asked me. I said no. C was the one absent, pass it herself. Or hire a maid. C got mad.
ANYWAYS―
I was waiting for J. His younger brother with the sweet sweet sweet smile, smiled at me. I greeted.
Turns out J is never kind to his younger brother. I felt pity for him. Poor little junior J does not deserve it.
I walked back home with my iPod. Took a warm bath. Blew my hair straight. Wanting to go out. But too tired to. Snoozed during the afternoon―.
As for C― I ignored her. Because she was saying nasty things about my school friend, P. I used to hate P. But now, I know of the little things she does as a friend. I was mean. But now I am mean-er to somebody else.
I was thinking of inviting P for a sleepover on Monday. Since it's already summer hols. Hope she can make it. She lives close.
Back to C―, Poor little nasty bitch posted a little something on her profile.
"P(abbreviated) i hate u so much ! u are a bithc ! dun pretend to b a sympathy pls . dun show ur eye lik dog !"
After reading that, I have something in mind. Get even.
Socializing may be easy. But being talked about (in a bad way) may be hard to handle.
Enough about my social life.
TODAY
I was in the Pavilion (high-class mall) this afternoon. Bought a nice dress from Dorothy Perkins. With dad. He said it is a birthday gift. I don't belive that.
His girlfriend is back from Liverpool. So dad and I went to another mall which is a few blocks away to get her a dress from Karen Miller.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I am so looking forward to tomorrow. Church. My weekend home up in the highlands with some friends and family. Swimming, definitely.
Yesterday, Friday, school had a teacher's day celebration. We celebrated a week after the actual day.
I like teacher's day performances. I've always wanted to audition for the performances. But I am never into school's extra curriculars.
Infact, I did not know about the audition. My brother participated and auditioned last year when he was a senior. Good for him.
The performances was very disappointing and upsetting. The singers sucked and still, the audience clapped. It was terrible. I felt like going up the stage and snatching the microphone from their hand. I could, but the teachers will set out new rules.
Several performed well. And left the stage happily. Glad they enjoyed theirs.
The assistant headmistress aka Mrs. Pork got up the stage to sing. Everybody applaud to buy her happiness. But deep inside, there's this urge for wanting to throw pancakes at her.
She sang happily. Pretending like everyone is on her side.
Nobody did and nobody will.
Two students went up and danced like a sissy right beside Mrs. Pork. Practically, they are making fun of her. We laughed and enjoyed our time. So did Mrs. Pork. *She would discipline those students. But not in front of everybody.*
12.30pm. Her performance was not over.
12.40pm. Still not over. Most left the auditorium. Leaving just her and her voice.
I got out of school. Did my actual pose. Waited for J.
My friend, V was mad at me. For not satisfying C's needs. C is a bitch. I don't need to help her do anything. C wasn't satisfied, and blamed it on V. V wasn't satisfied, and blamed it on me.
Confused? This will be better.
C did not make it to school, and she asked for V's help to pass her assignment to the teacher. V asked me. I said no. C was the one absent, pass it herself. Or hire a maid. C got mad.
ANYWAYS―
I was waiting for J. His younger brother with the sweet sweet sweet smile, smiled at me. I greeted.
Turns out J is never kind to his younger brother. I felt pity for him. Poor little junior J does not deserve it.
I walked back home with my iPod. Took a warm bath. Blew my hair straight. Wanting to go out. But too tired to. Snoozed during the afternoon―.
As for C― I ignored her. Because she was saying nasty things about my school friend, P. I used to hate P. But now, I know of the little things she does as a friend. I was mean. But now I am mean-er to somebody else.
I was thinking of inviting P for a sleepover on Monday. Since it's already summer hols. Hope she can make it. She lives close.
Back to C―, Poor little nasty bitch posted a little something on her profile.
"P(abbreviated) i hate u so much ! u are a bithc ! dun pretend to b a sympathy pls . dun show ur eye lik dog !"
After reading that, I have something in mind. Get even.
Socializing may be easy. But being talked about (in a bad way) may be hard to handle.
Enough about my social life.
TODAY
I was in the Pavilion (high-class mall) this afternoon. Bought a nice dress from Dorothy Perkins. With dad. He said it is a birthday gift. I don't belive that.
His girlfriend is back from Liverpool. So dad and I went to another mall which is a few blocks away to get her a dress from Karen Miller.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I am so looking forward to tomorrow. Church. My weekend home up in the highlands with some friends and family. Swimming, definitely.
Goodnight,
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