Saturday, January 31, 2009.

> 12:06:00 AM.

The Life-less Friday
my voice, turned from normal me to low sexy rough.

now i can do the kovalan hi.
LOL
okay, major stuff to report.

I AM STILL SICK
there done,
total bummer.
picture this.

precelia enters school with her hair all neatly bunned ( or what samuel calls the nonya look-.-)
she pins up her fringe in the attempt not to get anymore pimples, trudging her way to the parade square. giving the get-out-of-my-way-or-you'll-die look to innocent lower secondary students who happen to walk to same path as her. she drops her bag and sits.
Then wonder what's on the menu for recess. her friends would normally be already seated, or somewhat there. the national anthem starts and the repetitive monotonous voice of us having to sing louder or sing it again happens, without a doubt. and once again she opens her mouth, but no words come out. the pledge is done, ( BORING!) and tadah! back to class. lessons start, pages flip, pens scribble. and precelia still doesn't show any signs of amazement or entertainment. her throat sore, her head throbs, the teacher, "blabla". she tries to clear her throat and saw her voice made that one golden opportunity to run. she sounds like a rock star now. the ability to whisper, gone. but on the bright side, teachers don't call on her anymore. =) the last lesson ends(achievers) and she happily walks home, occasionally cursing Chinese people for they have a whooping 2 day holiday while she suffered in ghost-mall. in her desperate attempts, cotton candy is still to no avail. she even has planned the color. GREEN. and learnt to say it in her own native language which she finds funny. when she thought all would go well, her Tamil teacher for lower secondary life decides to tell her that she has to retake her o level basic Tamil cause she failed.
/like I'll ever pass.
he said maybe after you fail this too they will stop asking you to take. she shrugs and continues walking, then the thought about going to Tamil oral arises. damn, Shanon's not gonna be accompanying her no more. and the thought about being in the room with the SAME examiner like last year freaked her out so much even her goosebumps had goosebumps.
FUCK IT. she decided not to attend, it's somewhere long long loooong from now she assumed, maybe everyone will forget.
then again, now she IS the only official B Tamil candidate in the school where eating veggies is a must.
is that suppose to be said proudly?
a thought worth thinking.

vanakam, ye'an pere precelia.
na'an tamil teh-ree-ya-du

/okay. that was harder than i thought.

oh and get well soon Benji!
and get well soon Celia.
LOL. damn, why cant everyone be sick so i can do get well soon shoutouts here?
=(
be sensible precelia, NIGHTS!