Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Monday, July 6, 2009

Singing Myself to Sleep... (dunno why I'm using this song as a title, but I think it's because I dunno what else to use as as a title)

And I wanna do just that! This holiday is so super boring I wanna go to sleep just to pass time. And I usually hate sleeping. It shows how bored I really am right now. 

I can't believe I'm saying this but... I MISS SCHOOL. 

*gasp* 

I actually miss homeworkish, torturish, busyish school. 

*gasp again*

I can't believe what I'm actually saying. 

*gasp like a fish outta water*

So... wow. It's amazing what extreme measures people can take when they're dying of boredom xD

I GOT A HAIRCUT!!!

It's been like forever since my previous haircut. And now I've got one!! Last Friday. Not that I'm completely happy about it. 

This is the shortest haircut I have ever had. They snipped away 15 centimeters off my hair!! *scream*

Anyway on Friday me and my fam went to Johny Andrean in Supermall and I got my haircut there. And then I met Dev!! Hi Dev :D

I look freaky. Both because my haircut's so short and because there was a freakily big pile of hair on the floor when the salon people were done cutting. Like a really, really big pile. 

*tosses hair dramatically*

*tosses hair again and again and again*

Only now I have less hair to toss. 

I look like one of those guys in a horror movie that carry machetes / axes / knives / wtv and walk around zombie-like and kill people. Some of my friends say that. 

SPEAKING OF HORROR MOVIES...

Last night I watched this really really scary movie. It's about a doll that came alive. And I watched it by myself. At midnight. ALONE. 

Big mistake...

*dramatic music playing*

I think it's called "Child's Play" or something like that. And I couldn't sleep for two nights because my brother insists on putting his toys in his room (yes, me and my bro and my mom share a room. I HATE that. I'm almost a teenager, and I. NEED. MY. PRIVACY) and I keep imagining that any moment one of my bro's stuff would come alive. 

It's surprising what a stupid horror movie can do to people.

THE ENDING OF THE POST... DUN-DUN-DUN... LOL

Sorry if I copied this from other bloggers / people / wtv. 

I'm feeling really random today. Really random and bored. Which can only mean one thing: that 2 people have infected me with their virus!!!

Devina: The Randomness Virus
Cindy: The Boredomness Virus

So I'm gonna end this post with a random question, I think...

Q: Do aliens exist??
A: YES THEY DO!!! AND I'VE GOT PROOF!! Cuz the "person" writing this blog post is an alien herself XD

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

School Holiday

Who doesn't need a break from school? I mean, even teachers need a break, right? So do students. We are students! We demand a holiday! LOL. There will be a holiday in 2 more days (YEAH!! FINALLY!!!). Just need to go through 2 more painful days... then freedom!

This is a really needed holiday. We've been through a lot. In almost every day of school, we've had piles of homework, punishments from teachers, detentions from other teachers, pressure on quizzes, more pressure from tests, and lots of other stuff you don't want to know. I'm not exaggerating. No, I am not. Well, maybe I am. No. Maybe. Yes. I'm exaggerating. Homework and quizzes and tests aren't that bad. And teachers aren't mean. If any teachers are reading this post, please don't misunderstand. Please don't lower our grades for whatever subject you teach. :D

FAREWELL PARTY

There is going to be a holiday, but before that we'll have to face the tortures of the Farewell Party (I'm exaggerating again). Let me explain why it is such a "torture."

First reason: Performances. This includes bands, singing, drama, and blah blah blah... lots more... For our performance, we've got a band that's going to play "Because You Loved Me." Our band isn't ready. Not at all. We've got the wrong chords for people playing keyboards, and according to our teachers, the singers won't sing. No offense, if any singers (which includes Nadya and Anne) from our band are reading this, isn't singing what singers are supposed to do? SING PEOPLE!! LOL. Sorry.

Second reason: DANCE!!! Actually this should be placed in the "Performances" category, but I just wanted to put it here. :D Sooooo... our grade is going to perform dance. Our dance teacher's chosen four people to perform; me, Karina, Audine, and Mariska. It's a weird, tiring, and according to some people, lame hip-hop dance. Truly embarassing. We shall die. All of us who perform dance shall die of embarassment. Goodbye, world... 

Third reason: People are watching us. O__O Parents, teachers, the school principal, other students, EVERYONE. It's stressful. It makes us nervous, and when we're nervous, we forget things. We forget the lyrics for our song, our lines for a drama play, the moves for dance, because people are staring right at us. For example, today during dance practice, me, Karina, Audine, and Mariska were on the stage and our teacher was trying to get us to dance properly. It's hard with people watching. So first, the students who were watching us were really loud, like shouting and running and talking to each other, then Mr. Agus, our Science teacher, yelled to them "QUIET!!!" really loud. And then they were really quiet. So quiet you can even hear the crickets. *cricket cricket cricket* 

So anyway after the other students just sat there so quiet like gargoyles (I don't know why I'm using gargoyles as comparison to students), and our dance teacher turned on the music, we couldn't dance. At least not properly. Half the time I think we forgot the moves or won't dance because there are so many eyes, like over 30, staring at us. And after it finished we ran off stage. That was so embarassing. And to think that we have to go through it again on Friday with even more eyes staring at us. 

Fourth reason: Embarassment. I think you already know.

Fifth reason: Nervousness. I think you already know about this too. 

Sixth reason: I'm out of ideas of what to post next on this blog.