My class has seriously cracked. (Or maybe it's just me) On a side note, a new bug has invaded my territory, it resides in the dusty corner of my closet. What should I do?! I am chased out of my own compound! I should contact Dode the insect exterminator.
Tomorrow celebrates the day my mother reluctantly produced their 2nd child. And tomorrow is also the day we're having Cross Country Race around MacRitchie Reservoir. AND tomorrow is also the day I planned to do intensive revision for History and Othello. I am being shortchanged, aren't I?
My friends happily intoned, "Wouldn't it be the best birthday present you've ever received? Running?"
Contrary to popular belief, I do not love running that much to actually celebrate my fateful birth drenched in sweat and tears. [I was obliged to run for the competition!] I would rather my birthday present come in the form of Tsuruga Ren, Kanda Yuu, Eiri Yuki or anything Anime/manga related. And no, I have no intention of accompanying my history notes for my birthday. Many would like to think so. I'm not that extreme of a mugger. =___=
Mag and Yings thought I had finally reached the breaking point. I screamed to them twice that I was going to consult a teacher but amidst the shouting and banging in class, they obviously didn't hear...so, thinking that Rain was going to 'pon' Lit Paper 4 and leave school, they dash at lightning speed to the bus stop.
Shocked that she would actually commit such atrocity, they furiously called her on her mobile phone but no one was picking up! "Woah, that Rain arh, finally cracked. She ponned her favorite lit lesson and missed seeing her favorite teacher!" exclaimed Mag.
Lo and Behold, 10 minutes later...I strolled into the class and the Yings was on an outrage. "Woah liao, where did you go?!! Mag and I tried calling you so many times lah! We all thought you left school!"
When the Yings told me a blow-by-blow account of what happened, I burst into sporadic laughter. "Mag ran?!!" I exclaimed in disbelief, for the Mag NEVER runs, and seeing her in action is almost like seeing the Yings in plaits. The sheer impossibility!
But it did happen. I laughed. Mag ran. Yings sped like a bullet train. And Marigold could teach.