first day of school.

yep. first day of school in ACJC.

excited?

not really, actually.

woke up late.

bad hair day.

blardy conspicuous eyebags had to appear.

sunburn on my forehead.

ergh. ergh. ergh.

they had assembly in the air-conditioned hall. with chairs. i know, swakoo! well, there was the principal's talk. she ended her speech with a prayer. so i felt awfully lost for a few minutes. gotta get used to it. the school is SO christian. after the prayers, me and sam exchanged that look.

so, there was the subject combi talk which i found rather useless being held NOW. the funniest had to be the discipline talk. oh no it wasnt literally funny as in haha funny but u see, ac is choke full of girls with super short skirts and boys with pants so low u could almost peep on their boxers. and the discipline mistress went, "for girls, skirts should be knee-length, 2cm or less above knee and boys, no baggy or loose pants. and white shoes with colour markings, for footwear." i went, "ok~" the girls must haf mistaken the 2cm for 2 hands spacing. and i dint know a black shoe with white markings could be considered white shoes with colour markings.

*scratch. scratch.*

the councillors took over after that. they are seriously a bunch of enthu and wacky crazy loud ppl. somewhat like me when im normal but just now, i was a little shy lah.

and yea. ACJC is a haven of super cute guys and chio bus as well. its like in every nook and cranny of the school u turn to, there'll be a cute, hot, gorgeous guy. but the bad thing is, next to every super cute guy u see, there'll always be a super chio bu. life is unfair. lets face it. haha.

oh and i must say that the more handsome u are, the more unfriendly u'll be. true? maybe its just the first day. i hope the students are nicer tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or soon.

and i must also say that almost everyone there talks like arvind and matthew. with an even thicker accent that makes u feel blardy inferior. i dont give a damn. i dont intent to change the way i speak juz bcuz they speak like that. actually i do. but oh *slap* be yourself. be proud of yourself.

we're divided into groups or so called clans with super weird names. oh, there's supposed to be a story to the names of the clans but the sound system during the video was so bad all i could hear was, "crack crack". anyway, i wont bore you with the names and all.

so, we played games. got wet, dirty, muddy, dizzy and the worst was sticky. they used detergent, soap, grass and starch. i had to lie on my stomach then on my back on the super disgusting mat with super thick coat of not only starch but sweat and footsteps.

ergh. eugh. wuek.

but hey, it was all for the name of fun.

i have to sleep now. tell u more about my group members and other people some other time.

drool oogle swoon gaga,

whoa,

Aisyah. *=)