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Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
quaintrelle .blogspot.com ♥

Monday, July 17, 2006
jerine♥, 7:48 PM

i'm having respiratory problems.

i can't breathe properly.
shit. not good.

many things to say, so i'll start with yesterday.

first and foremost, i'd like to congratulate all the confirmation babies!
alexcia, amelia, charmaine, fiona, jillian, leanne and natalie.
and for the guys, the only people i know are ashwin and nathanial.
ok i don't really know nathanial, but someone does. *hint hint to the REALLY happy person today*
clue: she's REALLY slow too. (no prizes for guessing!)
anyhoo, half of the people i mentioned don't even go to church 3/4 of the time.

met sandra.swee, su, and poh at parkway.
i'm still a little pissed with you swee!
she went to TM with su and poh and did not see the need to tell me.
so i waited for them for more than an hour.
what a waste of my life.

su, poh and i went to buy flowers for our confirmation babies.
wanted to buy roses, but 1 stalk of rose cost $8.
and that same night i went to suntec, walked into a nicer florist, and roses only cost $1.50.
i am NOT cheapskate, but spending $48 bucks on flowers altogether is a bit too much eh?
and i think roses only cost that much on valentines day.
so i ended up buying dasies.
i don't fancy them, but i'm not the ones keeping them anyhoo.
and god knows if they kept them.

so during the ceremony thingy the speaker kept saying no phototaking, and only the professional photographers are allowed to take pictures.
BUT people snapped away despite the constant reminder.
tsk tsk...sinned in the house of the lord.
and people like natalie will go "i know god can see but nevermind la. i can go for confession later."

then after the ceremony jillian said something really dumb. (why am i not surprised?)
we were both wearing the same pair of white wages from charles and keith.
and when we hugged she was like "HA! i'm still taller than you even when you're wearing heels!"
erm..jill? we're wearing the same pair of heels so they won't make a difference.

told jill when we walked into the church that we braced ourselves for meeting ms lim.
and she's like i'm not that mean la.
and her mum suggested that J.Lo posed as her godmother.
(connections baby..)
my god...i think we'll all just die.

anyhoos, moving along..
today i woke up at 4 AM to do my social studies homework.
it was due on friday, but i was absent, and i REALLY wanted to hand it up.
so THEN, i rushed like crazy to finish EVERY SINGLE PIECE of A. lim's work.
BUT. she didn't want it then, and told up to put in with the rest of the stack after school.

like what the hell?!
i only woke up at 4 because ss was the first period.
i could have slept alrights??
and because i didn't sleep, i felt really sick in school.
i should have taken another day off school.

O-level chinese listening today.
it was alright except for the fact that i nearly died trying not to keep coughing.
i am a VERY CONSIDERATE person.
the others might not be able to listen.
since i was in the same exam venue thingy-mahjigy with the 4/7 people, they will probably cry because they cannot hear the radio.

and miss a. lim was in a very good mood today.
she's been on a happy streak since the start of the term. [and i am NOT complaining =)]
she got her bonus again.
god..teachers like get bonuses all the time.

and during ss she told us how she was a very considerate person.
something about how you have to finish your course of antibiotics to kill every single germ in you, or you'll create a superbug.
either you start and finish your course, or don't start at all.
and ms lim goes to the doctor, takes the mc, and throws the antibiotics away.

i have antibiotics too.
but from the whole dosage i only took 3 pills.
boo me.
hahahahahaha.
i just created a superbug!
but really, i totally DESTEST taking medicine.
i only went to the doctor to get an MC.
i believe i can get well naturally.
time is all i need.

and during chemistry we had a spot test.
dumb.
and teressa jayne got 0/8.
to think that her chem is one of the best.
i'm like suspecting she did it for attention. stupid child.
not that i can blame her though.

mr lian let me sleep in class.
cause i was sick. IM NOT PRETENDING ALRIGHTS??
and we had to go to the leb to smell some horrid thing.
i had a block nose and it was still so strong.
honestly, mr lian was like a sadist.
because i couldn't take the smell, i went to the back of the lab to stand in front of the fan.
he threatened to send me out!
what an arse.
i'm sick. and the smell is only making me cough even harder.
im coughing because i can't breathe. and the smells were soooo not helping.

then he turned the lab into a banana plantation.
the whole lab smelt of bananas, and after school, the smell diffused, and we could smell it all the way from the 4th floor.

ugh. i feel damn sick!
i can't breathe properly, and somehow or rather i'm like shaking.
parkinsons in the making.

anyhoos, i love you babes =)


better to have love and lost than never loved at all.