Once again, I feel that wasted sense of/for life. Because, I've not accomplished anything wow today. What a bore.

Sorry, this entry is not up for the proper standard of English because my mind is not in its right state. I can't think straight.

Besides the fact that I managed to complete all my Social Studies for the first time in my entire Secondary life, with the help of Starbucks, and the fact that I look better than CHOW CHOW CHOW Ru Jing, life has been pretty much...boring.

Let me tell you a story. A story about how CHOW CHOW CHOW Ru Jing has ammended her surname with the help of us.

Lao shi: ...got farewell for Ms Janice. Ta qu ying guo du shu. (translated: She's going to England to study)
Me: Lao shi! Wo lao gong zai ying guo na bian zu! (My husband stays in England!)
Christabel: *turns to CHOW CHOW CHOW Ru Jing* Eh! Isn't your husband in England as well?! *says out loud to lao shi* Lao shi! Ta de lao gong ye zai ying guo zu! (Teacher! Her husband stays in England as well!)
Lao shi: Ni lao gong shi shui? (Who's your husband?)
Christabel and Me: Lao shi, you guess la! From our school one, last time.
Lao shi: *thinks, thinks and thinks* Mr...Adrian Chan!

The whole row in fact just bursted out laughing. That wasn't the end. Then so, her surname was there and then ammended into a Chow-Lin-Chan Ru Jing. Weelyn then came into class saying about Ms A Lim about her and RJ. So it turned into a Chow-Lin-Lim-Chan Ru Jing. But during chinese tutorials, RJ insisted she wanted Lin-DUH instead of a Lim. So it became, Chow-Lin-DUH-Chan Ru Jing. Everyone, there you go. Please address her in that form or else you would never get a response. Wondering how the CHOW CHOW CHOW came about? All thanks to Anne's essay which started like this: "CHOW CHOW CHOW!" Mei tian dou chow! Wo hen shen qi di jou jing wo de fang jian...(In inproper English, it somewhat means, So Noisy! Everyday also so noisy! I walked into my room angrily.) Chow can also be spelt as chao. I can't even remember how Ru Jing's surname is spelt. Sorry. Let's just take it for a Lin.

I think we all have different perceptions of our daily go abouts. Its like how Clarissa thinks her Chinese teacher sucks while we think she rocks. Lao shi called my name in class again. Jo has taken on a liking for my chinese name. I wrote a fucking awesome chinese essay today. It had no ending because I decided to keep the readers in suspense. I wonder what lao shi's reaction would be.

I love Mondays because the timetable is pretty much very slack, then come to think of it, maybe not because it means that Tuesday is approaching. Tuesdays are bad because I have tuition. When Tuesday passes, Wednesday comes, which means there's Standard Test, needless to comment about and Music O Level lessons, which can be a dread at times, and once again, the same process goes on for Thursday and Friday. Tutorials followed by band practices. What a routine my life can be.

I think Starbucks is officially and somewhat, my drug to staying up. It's bad...(?) That's what some say. Thank God there's no Starbucks near my house. The nearest is at Eastpoint. I think.

Life. Why oh why.

Please excuse me for this aimless and pointless entry. I feel a sense of wanting to do at least something. Somehow, it's not really working.

Mrs Audrey Cullum

MRS AUDREY CULLUM
11:27 PM