eve of eve of teachers day.

TENSED UP.

sat beside harith today. most of the time he was majorly bullied by ME. haha! we were talking and talking and talking like mad for today. first it was the plastic/rubber dish that girls put into their vagina to prevent sperms? and we didnt remember what the hell was the rubber dish called. and we guessed and guessed. and half the class joined us in trying to recall the super long name of that stupid instrument. in the end everyone gave up. partly due to the fact that we forgot all of our sex education. and partly because we were all damn bored. but me and harith agreed on on thing. ZIYONG CONFIRM KNOW THE ANSWER. he's the horny-ist guy in the bloody school i swear. -grins-

i had mascara in my bag. i have no idea why is it in there. but i too it out for some fun. i did rafiq's ohsobeeyouutiful lashes and his lashes looked even more gorgeous. then everyone came clamouring for it. i did for mik, shameer, harith and alfonso. azahari wanted to do it himself. he ended up poking his own eye with the brush, and his eye turned red and he teared. so i quickly got some tissue to help wipe it off. -sigh- men and their funny ways.

and then there was the marker thing. mik had this super gay marker which was super fat, inky and black. so if drawn on skin, it looks abit like a tattoo. so i used the marker and drew on az, rafiq etc. then i drew on harith's ear. like lines of earrings lik that.
the horror came when he tried to rub it off. and it wouldnt come off. rafiq came along and told him that its a PERMENANT marker and that it really couldnt be rubbed off except with thinner or any alcohol based substance. what did we do in the end? we sprayed my perfume on his ear and tried rubbing really really hard. azahari caught hold of his head and mik tried to yank scrub harith's ear. super funny i tell you. i laughed till i nearly died.

siva had a huge cow over nothing during chemistry. she kept bullying shameer. shouting and shouting till all of us were so frustrated with her voice. because its super sharp and loud. so then harith and i realised that she only picks on the people who sit in the first two rows. and guess what? we sat in the THIRD row. HOOHA! but she's really a pain in the neck.

and then came the complaint. apparently "he" said something wrong. like when the pricing for prom was announced, "he" said something really mean in a disgruntled tone. so i got the complaint.
he said that with pricing like that he'll rather book a chalet and stay there, then come for prom. and like he was being sucha fucktard. i mean why say such things in front of teachers? should know how touchy they are right? and like the proposal wasnt done well. and like the teachers had to do everything themselves. and they are busy enough.

xinni had to run to the bakery to get the cake. apparently the baker forgot. -mutters- stupid baker. Accounts was still going on. and chong was getting really angry with us. and she shouted at us about appreciation and whatnot. she left the classroom red-faced and she looked as if she wansta cry.
whoopsy. we couldnt do anything about it after that. so we invited whichever teacher that came, into our class. and the boys sprayed the crazy ribbon EVERYWHERE!!. the cake had like green stuff on it. and syidah, meijun and i were trying our best to cover the cake. because the mad goons will anyhow spray the ribbons and they won't care even if its on a cake. so anyway, theres no like teachers day song to sing. so we sing what? we sing BIRTHDAY SONG LA. so easy. the teachers laughed only. after that, we cut the cake and gave like huge pieces to the three teachers that came. and then we ate the rest. i realised my class doesnt know how to eat cake. there was cake/peach/kiwi/apricot all over the whiteboard, the floors, the tables, the chairs etc.
their mouths got some serious holes. =0B cleaned up and then we left.

went home to get my witch shoes. then went for rehearsals. whats the point of it also, i'm not going tmr. i have other plans. =0)
`mwa