The Ripped Soul

Hur. Graduation ceremony.

4E's succeeded in doing a perfect job for the presentation. And as for my class...

...Our presentation was the WORST!

Don't know what happened. Music cut halfway, video got taken out.. and sigh. It just looked retarded, sounded retarded... grrr. It was alomost like as if the whole damn thing was a mockery.

Whatever. It's already over.

Loved the grad-gifts? And the picture taking sessions of course. "CHER! TAKE PHOTO! TAKE PHOTO!"

...I'll try and post it someday.

Swear I'll never forget those two morons screaming for pictures in my ears.

"JESS! HELP TAKE PHOTO!" "Here, you press this button." "Eh, nah, take photo of me and ..."

Sigh.

Oh yeah, and I was supposed to say the speech, but I decided to pass it over to the councillor in my class. Since all the speakers were councillors... gah. Now I owe someone dinner.. sickening.

The singalong bits were preeeeetty oooookay. Our batch were like, dead, .. no one waved, swayed... but aiyerrr. At least it wasn't THAT awkward.

Other than that.. it was kinda fine. Some people cried after reading what was in their postcards from their teacher.. LOL..

Is it just me or is everyone getting a lil too over emotional?

Anyway, went out with them to cityhall after school. Was kinda alright at first, but I think I was too tired or something. Or maybe it was because of what she said. I got EXTREMELY cranky.

Told them I wasn't going to school on Monday. Why?

MCYS people want to see me. Some kinda shit conference regarding my lil cuz. Its not that I want to go. My mum's biased against the older one. My grandma goes REALLY out of point. So who has to keep everyone in line? Me. Who is going to listen and talk like a lawyer? Me. And who holds all the evidence of smses in the h/p? Me.

That's why I NEED to go for this damn conference thing. If not, you think I'd wanna go? Please. Conferences are not a time for circus acts or a STOMP! performance.

Yet, someone could still say "so you'd rather pick one over 5 of us?" How mofo-ing insensitive. It's my cousin, for God sakes. Own flesh and blood. What are you to me? And what is she to me? If both fall, who would I save first? Isn't it obvious?

You guys are my friends, yes. We'll have fun at the end of the year. But my family comes first.

I'm still thinking if I should attend the last 2 weeks of school before the break for O's. I mean, if I'm just gonna go to school and then be distracted by things or end up talking to my clique, then I don't really find the time useful. Might as well stay at home, stare at four walls and study with the poster in front of me saying:

"IF YOU'RE LOOKING AT ME, YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME."

Then she was saying that ooooh, its the last 2 weeks, don't you think you should spend time with us? It's the last time you can spend time with us.. blahblah..

Truth hurts, but hey. We've had just as much fun for the past 9 months. We've laughed, I've joked, I've made you guys laugh until your stomach ached, I've chit chatted, I've entertained, we've had our fair share of fun.

But O's are 3 weeks away.

I haven't studied. I feel dumb all of a sudden. Like as if everything I've learnt is already forgotten. My preliminary score is 36. If I don't do something about it, I will REALLY be screwed for O's. And I don't want that to happen.

So yup. I think this would be the last blog before the real deal. I really must plug out the keyboard and the mouse so that I won't come online. Honestly!

Sigh...

Please, if you're my friend, pray for me. Pray that I'll pass O's.