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The teacher who is short and obsessed about recycling called us out today. Us, being 2.2 and 2.4 in general. We missed morning run, which is one good thing that came out of it.

There seems to be some kind of discord between both classes, about the recycling competition. Discord of which I am not too aware of, but then I am usually not too aware of alot of things. That does not translate to me being slow.

It seems that some people are making quite a large fuss out of it too.


Ah, well. When they're 25, they'll think back on this incident, and laugh at how stupid they were when they were young. It'll pass, as all things do, slowly, but surely. I think I may just scream.

My. Math. Teacher. Got. A. Pob.

A fucking Pob.

OHMYGAWWD.

For you clueless and uninformed people, a Pob is short for the Posh bob. Posh would be referring to Posh Spice aka Victoria Beckham. You ought to know that, right? David Beckham's wife? She recently got an asymmetrical bob, which legions of women misguided by illusions of glamour thus followed, with terrifying results.

The Pob, or The Attempted Pob on my math teacher, is quite frightening. You should only get a Pob if your face shape is one that fits. The Pob should not be attempted with a fat neck, double chin, deep set eyes and angular, wide or square face shape. Basically, if you look like my math teacher. It doesn't help that she dyes her hair red too.

It would be suited if you have features which more or less stand out, ie, big eyes, cause the Pob has bangs, which draws attention to the eyes. And my math teacher has really deep set eyes. Deep set eyes are not an asset. They make you look like a duck.

And she wore wedges. With chunky straps. This is practically kamikaze for short people. Wedges are bad enough, but with chunky straps? Whatever leg the short person had originally is transformed into stumps. Especially if you are wearing a half calf length skirt. Which is one of the staples of my math teacher's wardrobe.

A sad fact I lament greatly, for I must actually look at her during lessons. An eyesore, truly. I will never have kids. Ever.



They make your weight fluctuate. You'll look like.. The fat DnT teacher whose name I forgot! I do remember she wobbles though. Like jell-o. I don't think I'd like to be wobbly. And she has double chins. More like octuple chins, actually.



And I can't talk to kids. I get freaked out, for some reason.



And they drool. And they have diapers. And they burp. And they scream. And they cry. And they are snotty. I have no idea why i am blogging. A lack of things to do, maybe. I really am bored.

I didn't go to TNG today. Not that I overslept or anything, I just didn't. And I have no idea why's that too. I told my dad and he was like, okay. My mom said the same. I suppose I got some of my heck-care-ness from them.

I still haven't gotten an answer yet! I asked quek and estee during PE. How do people with sweaty hands use watercolour pencils? Well, if you know, feel free to tell me. I asked them, and they were like, whut? Because we were running around the square, and most people don't think of sweaty hands or watercolour pencils when they're running. Well, that's what I think anyway. I won't go ask them why they said whut because that's weird. But technically I think I'm considered quite weird already. Ah, who gives a shit.

Quek said that they probably used them in an airconditioned room. But some people have it so bad that airconditioning don't really help. They told me to ask Li Tong, which I didn't, because it might have been rude. I could ask my mom. I think her hands are sweaty too. Or maybe our geography teacher. I think I remember her saying something about her having sweaty hands during one of her lessons.

Good god. In my personal opinion, she cannot teach. This is an observation, not an insult. Well, more like she doesn't teach. What she does is rant about her life, bikinis and Italy. With no relation to the lesson whatsoever, might I add. I don't really care so I just stone during her lessons. She has really no fashion sense. Wait, scratch that. In her case, it is common sense.

It is common sense, that steers people from wearing pink on pink in two different shades. It is common sense, that stops people from buying, AND wearing a purple shirt with an applique resembling some sort of fungus, or mould. She does not seem to have much of common sense, what say you of fashion? ick.

My math teacher is worse. I forgot her name. Starts with a C I think. Suddenly I want to watch CSI.. Weird, I know. Me, not the show. I digress. Okay. She wears holiday sweaters. Fucking holiday sweaters. And as if that's not bad enough, she wears them with heels. Holiday sweaters should not even be worn. Hell, they shouldn't even exist in your wardrobe! They should be hidden in the back of your closet, never to see the light of day, regurgitated only when whichever well-meaning great-aunt who hand-knitted them for you asks after it. And she looks like a duck. And she wears stocking with open toed shoes. And she has helmet hair. At least it looks the part. I'll bet if you knock it you'll hear a clink. Or a clonk. And maybe injure your hand. Reason why I do not try it out. Maybe a hammer might do the trick..

And she really should follow Coco Chanel and not over-accessorise. I swear it's a disease of some kind, a contagious one that spreads wide and far. I get scared seeing how she pushes the limits of how much bling, both fake and real, can be piled unto oneself without first commiting social suicide. Penege's shirt smells funny. Not funny in a bad way, please do not take offense. Like Rob! He's my dad's friends son from USA. For some reason, if you were within one meter of them, you smelt something. Maybe it's because they're Americans or something. I tried seeing if I smelt like anything but I found out I didn't. I feel pretty dumb now.

In case any of you are wondering if I am a serial shirt sniffer, I am not. She lent it to me cause I forgot that there was 2.4km run today ^0^;; And A and B class run separately. Oh and PE shorts too. My shorts were quite brown. Estee would have thrown a fit.

I ate gula melaka on its own today. My mom has some she bought when she went there. Oh and peanut butter on apple slices. You should try it too! It tastes nice. In a funny way. Like the ondeh ondeh with the nacho cheese(I don't actually think it is, though. Cheese, that is.) and cassava chip. Only that you don't get stomachaches eating it.

Well technically, I didn't get one after eating it, I just faked one so I could skip most of Chinese. It is never fun to listen to our Chinese teacher extolling her endless virtues. Most people feign interest by nodding during her lesson. Me, I just nod off. Reason why she doesn't really seem to like me.

Dorothy went to a play today, again, The Importance of Being Earnest. Seriously, I think the lead looks gay. She bugged me to pick out her clothes yet again. Not that I really mind, but please. She's supposed to be seventeen this year, and she needs her little sister to pick out her clothes for her. I've picked out my own clothes since how many years ago? When I was like what, seven? A full ten years difference.

And she does not know that her shoes must match her bag. I've been making her chew with her mouth closed since last year, I think my project has been fairly successfull. I tried educating her on various other things, like how to use a curling iron, apply lipstick, gloss, eyeshadow. Sadly, she still needs me to do that for her. It's lipstick! You take the lipbrush, swipe at the lipstick and you put it on. What's so hard about that? As it is for gloss. And eyeshadow. She can mess up neutral shades. The practically foolproof kind. At this moment, I feel like banging my head against the wall.

She has got to learn these things! She's a female, it's about as basic as guys knowing car models. And I won't always be around to help her.. Sometimes I wonder who truly is the younger sister. And I could bet a million bucks on it(if I had that kind of money), that she'd be the one asking me for love advice, not the other way round.

I don't get crushes, for some reason. A good thing too. Crushes are quite irrational, and of little or no use. The guy who takes the same bus as you to school everyday probably isn't going to make a large impact on your future life. Not much of a biggie. It's not like you're gonna marry or co-hab or have kids, so why bother? I fell asleep during class today, but that's nothing new. I'm feeling kinda bad about sleeping during Miss Heng's class so I shall get an A for chemistry to make up for it.

Debo, on cue as usual, harrassed mefoo with a teddy bear. It looked kinda freaky, so I can't really blame Liss for screaming and running around class. The thing is, it is only in the hands of Debs that normally cute toys turn demonic. You would think that too if you saw Debbo being herself.

Which would be quite emotionally scarring. I do not propose trying to catch sight of Debbo and a soft toy.

I tried to make ondeh ondeh by myself today. It was generally a disaster.

For some reason the stoopid dough kept on sticking to my fingers no matter how much flour I put. Then it dried off in flakes. I think there was more dough on my fingers than in the bowl..

I tried getting green colouring from pandan leaves but two big leaves later and I am left with about five drops of diluted colour. Stupid ondehs. I shall go look up a recipe online.

I went to JGs! And PL pwned ACS Barker. Ah, they generally suck anyway. The motion was: THW impose democracy on developing nations. Amanda Teo was there. Why the hell was she there? Does she even know what developing nations are? =.='' I would suppose not.

Dorothy is an arse. She owes me $13 from last year. Last freaking year. It's not that thirteen bucks is a lot, it's just that it seems like she'll never give it back. I helped her pay for her prom shoes in advance, thirty bucks. She said that she'd pass it to me by the end of the day. Then by the end of the week. Month. Year. When she got a part time job. Which she didn't. When she got her red packet money. She didn't give it.

Sometimes I really think I should stop lending people money.. There's this girl, Joanna Solomon, from primary school. We were about P3 I think. She owed me about a fiver, and then said she gave it back, which she didn't. I really really hate people who do these kinda things.

bitch.

I realise at this point I sound bitchy. Oh well, better than being a fake.

hello, my name is diana. all you really need to know. well, not really technically. i am quite sure you can function normally, without knowing my name. Oh well. i tend to ramble. i think you might have noticed by now. and i can't really bring myself to like goldfish.







rachel, the chua.
seiyin, tan.
lee, debbo.
penege, alyssa.
cheng, julia, of the weird blog name.
quek, rebecca.
foo, melissa.
chow, carine.
yeo, fiona.
tan, dayna.
seah, estee.
qijia, ong.
mui, cheryl
yihua, leong.

The teacher who is short and obsessed about recycling called us out today. Us, being 2.2 and 2.4 in general. We missed morning run, which is one good thing that came out of it.

There seems to be some kind of discord between both classes, about the recycling competition. Discord of which I am not too aware of, but then I am usually not too aware of alot of things. That does not translate to me being slow.

It seems that some people are making quite a large fuss out of it too.


Ah, well. When they're 25, they'll think back on this incident, and laugh at how stupid they were when they were young. It'll pass, as all things do, slowly, but surely.
I think I may just scream.

My. Math. Teacher. Got. A. Pob.

A fucking Pob.

OHMYGAWWD.

For you clueless and uninformed people, a Pob is short for the Posh bob. Posh would be referring to Posh Spice aka Victoria Beckham. You ought to know that, right? David Beckham's wife? She recently got an asymmetrical bob, which legions of women misguided by illusions of glamour thus followed, with terrifying results.

The Pob, or The Attempted Pob on my math teacher, is quite frightening. You should only get a Pob if your face shape is one that fits. The Pob should not be attempted with a fat neck, double chin, deep set eyes and angular, wide or square face shape. Basically, if you look like my math teacher. It doesn't help that she dyes her hair red too.

It would be suited if you have features which more or less stand out, ie, big eyes, cause the Pob has bangs, which draws attention to the eyes. And my math teacher has really deep set eyes. Deep set eyes are not an asset. They make you look like a duck.

And she wore wedges. With chunky straps. This is practically kamikaze for short people. Wedges are bad enough, but with chunky straps? Whatever leg the short person had originally is transformed into stumps. Especially if you are wearing a half calf length skirt. Which is one of the staples of my math teacher's wardrobe.

A sad fact I lament greatly, for I must actually look at her during lessons. An eyesore, truly.
I will never have kids. Ever.



They make your weight fluctuate. You'll look like.. The fat DnT teacher whose name I forgot! I do remember she wobbles though. Like jell-o. I don't think I'd like to be wobbly. And she has double chins. More like octuple chins, actually.



And I can't talk to kids. I get freaked out, for some reason.



And they drool. And they have diapers. And they burp. And they scream. And they cry. And they are snotty.
I have no idea why i am blogging. A lack of things to do, maybe. I really am bored.

I didn't go to TNG today. Not that I overslept or anything, I just didn't. And I have no idea why's that too. I told my dad and he was like, okay. My mom said the same. I suppose I got some of my heck-care-ness from them.

I still haven't gotten an answer yet! I asked quek and estee during PE. How do people with sweaty hands use watercolour pencils? Well, if you know, feel free to tell me. I asked them, and they were like, whut? Because we were running around the square, and most people don't think of sweaty hands or watercolour pencils when they're running. Well, that's what I think anyway. I won't go ask them why they said whut because that's weird. But technically I think I'm considered quite weird already. Ah, who gives a shit.

Quek said that they probably used them in an airconditioned room. But some people have it so bad that airconditioning don't really help. They told me to ask Li Tong, which I didn't, because it might have been rude. I could ask my mom. I think her hands are sweaty too. Or maybe our geography teacher. I think I remember her saying something about her having sweaty hands during one of her lessons.

Good god. In my personal opinion, she cannot teach. This is an observation, not an insult. Well, more like she doesn't teach. What she does is rant about her life, bikinis and Italy. With no relation to the lesson whatsoever, might I add. I don't really care so I just stone during her lessons. She has really no fashion sense. Wait, scratch that. In her case, it is common sense.

It is common sense, that steers people from wearing pink on pink in two different shades. It is common sense, that stops people from buying, AND wearing a purple shirt with an applique resembling some sort of fungus, or mould. She does not seem to have much of common sense, what say you of fashion? ick.

My math teacher is worse. I forgot her name. Starts with a C I think. Suddenly I want to watch CSI.. Weird, I know. Me, not the show. I digress. Okay. She wears holiday sweaters. Fucking holiday sweaters. And as if that's not bad enough, she wears them with heels. Holiday sweaters should not even be worn. Hell, they shouldn't even exist in your wardrobe! They should be hidden in the back of your closet, never to see the light of day, regurgitated only when whichever well-meaning great-aunt who hand-knitted them for you asks after it. And she looks like a duck. And she wears stocking with open toed shoes. And she has helmet hair. At least it looks the part. I'll bet if you knock it you'll hear a clink. Or a clonk. And maybe injure your hand. Reason why I do not try it out. Maybe a hammer might do the trick..

And she really should follow Coco Chanel and not over-accessorise. I swear it's a disease of some kind, a contagious one that spreads wide and far. I get scared seeing how she pushes the limits of how much bling, both fake and real, can be piled unto oneself without first commiting social suicide.
Penege's shirt smells funny. Not funny in a bad way, please do not take offense. Like Rob! He's my dad's friends son from USA. For some reason, if you were within one meter of them, you smelt something. Maybe it's because they're Americans or something. I tried seeing if I smelt like anything but I found out I didn't. I feel pretty dumb now.

In case any of you are wondering if I am a serial shirt sniffer, I am not. She lent it to me cause I forgot that there was 2.4km run today ^0^;; And A and B class run separately. Oh and PE shorts too. My shorts were quite brown. Estee would have thrown a fit.

I ate gula melaka on its own today. My mom has some she bought when she went there. Oh and peanut butter on apple slices. You should try it too! It tastes nice. In a funny way. Like the ondeh ondeh with the nacho cheese(I don't actually think it is, though. Cheese, that is.) and cassava chip. Only that you don't get stomachaches eating it.

Well technically, I didn't get one after eating it, I just faked one so I could skip most of Chinese. It is never fun to listen to our Chinese teacher extolling her endless virtues. Most people feign interest by nodding during her lesson. Me, I just nod off. Reason why she doesn't really seem to like me.

Dorothy went to a play today, again, The Importance of Being Earnest. Seriously, I think the lead looks gay. She bugged me to pick out her clothes yet again. Not that I really mind, but please. She's supposed to be seventeen this year, and she needs her little sister to pick out her clothes for her. I've picked out my own clothes since how many years ago? When I was like what, seven? A full ten years difference.

And she does not know that her shoes must match her bag. I've been making her chew with her mouth closed since last year, I think my project has been fairly successfull. I tried educating her on various other things, like how to use a curling iron, apply lipstick, gloss, eyeshadow. Sadly, she still needs me to do that for her. It's lipstick! You take the lipbrush, swipe at the lipstick and you put it on. What's so hard about that? As it is for gloss. And eyeshadow. She can mess up neutral shades. The practically foolproof kind. At this moment, I feel like banging my head against the wall.

She has got to learn these things! She's a female, it's about as basic as guys knowing car models. And I won't always be around to help her.. Sometimes I wonder who truly is the younger sister. And I could bet a million bucks on it(if I had that kind of money), that she'd be the one asking me for love advice, not the other way round.

I don't get crushes, for some reason. A good thing too. Crushes are quite irrational, and of little or no use. The guy who takes the same bus as you to school everyday probably isn't going to make a large impact on your future life. Not much of a biggie. It's not like you're gonna marry or co-hab or have kids, so why bother?
I fell asleep during class today, but that's nothing new. I'm feeling kinda bad about sleeping during Miss Heng's class so I shall get an A for chemistry to make up for it.

Debo, on cue as usual, harrassed mefoo with a teddy bear. It looked kinda freaky, so I can't really blame Liss for screaming and running around class. The thing is, it is only in the hands of Debs that normally cute toys turn demonic. You would think that too if you saw Debbo being herself.

Which would be quite emotionally scarring. I do not propose trying to catch sight of Debbo and a soft toy.

I tried to make ondeh ondeh by myself today. It was generally a disaster.

For some reason the stoopid dough kept on sticking to my fingers no matter how much flour I put. Then it dried off in flakes. I think there was more dough on my fingers than in the bowl..

I tried getting green colouring from pandan leaves but two big leaves later and I am left with about five drops of diluted colour. Stupid ondehs. I shall go look up a recipe online.

I went to JGs! And PL pwned ACS Barker. Ah, they generally suck anyway. The motion was: THW impose democracy on developing nations. Amanda Teo was there. Why the hell was she there? Does she even know what developing nations are? =.='' I would suppose not.

Dorothy is an arse. She owes me $13 from last year. Last freaking year. It's not that thirteen bucks is a lot, it's just that it seems like she'll never give it back. I helped her pay for her prom shoes in advance, thirty bucks. She said that she'd pass it to me by the end of the day. Then by the end of the week. Month. Year. When she got a part time job. Which she didn't. When she got her red packet money. She didn't give it.

Sometimes I really think I should stop lending people money.. There's this girl, Joanna Solomon, from primary school. We were about P3 I think. She owed me about a fiver, and then said she gave it back, which she didn't. I really really hate people who do these kinda things.

bitch.

I realise at this point I sound bitchy. Oh well, better than being a fake.