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hell yeah, i'm preparing for o's, uncle / Thursday, September 2, 2010 @ 9:04:00 PM
Today was weird. I went to HTA with Leezard, Nabilah, Denise, and 4 Sec 1s for the beach cleaning CIP briefing. I guess it was quite good, just that I saw one OC sleeping and her head kept falling, tsk tsk.
Today was weird. I went to HTA with Leezard, Nabilah, Denise, and 4 Sec 1s for the beach cleaning CIP briefing. I guess it was quite good, just that I saw one OC sleeping and her head kept falling, tsk tsk.
I had KFC with Leezard after that then we went to take the train and I didn't know that the train would terminate at Yew Tee so I had to alight and take the next train. Then this uncle suddenly came up to me and started talking to me.
Uncle: Does this train go to Ang Mo Kio?
Me: *nods* ya.
[We both got off the train 'cause it terminated at Yew Tee.]
Uncle: What school are you from?
Me: Er, St. Margaret's.
Uncle: Oh, you Sec 4 this year right?
Me: Er, no.
Uncle: Last year my son scored 9 points. He can go Raffles but he don't want.
Me: Oh, very good.
Uncle: Now he studying business admin. Also good lah.
Me: Oh, very good.
Uncle: Now you Sec 3 right. Must start preparing already. (He's referring to O's.)
Me: (I didn't want to talk to him so I didn't bother telling him I'm Sec 2.) *nods* ya, preparing.
Uncle: Your school not bad.
Me: *force smile* okay lah.
Uncle: Must think of which school you want to choose you know.
Me: Ya, think already.
Then he went on to the train but I didn't 'cause it was too packed.
STEWIPD RIGHT. He's so shiatty random plz. Do I look like I care about his son and why must he care so much about which grade I'm in right now and my studies? AND HELLO UNCLE, HOW THE HELL IS YOUR SON GONNA GET INTO RAFFLES WITH 9 POINTS!? Raffles' aggregate score is like what, 3 times lesser than that. He can't even get into ACJC with that please. Maybe SAJC, but the school might not even accept it 'cause it's borderline. I kept looking at my iTouch the whole time hoping that he would stop talking to me since he sees that I'm 'busy' but he just can't stop talking. And the conversation up there is translated from Mandarin to English and I'm typing the way I see how singlish-shy he is.
K, I wanna sleep nao!!!
