Went to my practicum centre today for my lead in visit…

It’s overwhelming to have children crowding around you, and I got to mark my first set of spelling today.
=) Chopping ’stars’ and ‘good’ on the books is fun… Oh well, for now, maybe.

Oh ya. Sad news. I thinks there’s only ONE lunch break a day only!!!!!!!!!!

ONE lunch break from 8 in the morn till 6!!!!!!! Where got enough????????

This is so not good. Somemore they provide meals! Wat if they eat porridge everyday? I’m scared that one pot is not enough for me!!!! How How???? Am i supposed to go on diet for this 3 weeks of practicum?

Save me someone!!! Buy me kfc everyday! Make me lunchboxes!

=(

Lonely, I’m so lonely…

Argh! Fransca went hong kong.

Innocent boy went ******.

Gina’s going to genting tomolo.

Sob…

‘Hi there, this is ***** here. Well sorry that this e-mail is long overdue, well i know you derserve an explaination since then. Well here it goes, I was afraid, i know this sounds lame, but I wasn’t used to having someone give me a peck on the cheek and what not..i was all of a sudden afraid of commitment, yet i yearned for it. But when sudden realisation hit me, i was afraid and just tried to back off from it, but i was dumb, and i shouldn’t have. Cause you at that point, were the best thing that happend to me in my life. But i know now is too late for anything, too late for regrets or for any remorseful feeling. All i can say is that i shouldn’t have done things the way that i did, but regretting now isn’t going to change what has happened in the past, nor take away the feeling of being deserted just like that. I truly am sorry for what has happened, and i do hope you won’t hold things against me. I wish i were with you, but i know things can’t be. Lastly i’d like to say again…i’m sorry.’

I found this email funny when I read it this morning. But I couldn’t laugh out loud. I dunno how to.

Wat do you wan me to say?

heart-shape jellies…

for the 3rd month.

Went momo with gina last night… It’s been so long since we partied together. I had fun!!!

I love dancing with gina. The thing that bind us so strongly together’s our passion for dancing. And I know, very soon we’ll be having tons of fun, without restrictions on her part. Soon. YEAH!

Oh ya, gina just told me something.

Last night when we were at the podium, a guy who was dancing beside us made a comment bout me.

He told gina that if I dun wan him to be at the podium can tell him straight. Dun have to push one. It’s very rude.

Ever since we started clubbing, I’m playing the guard’s role. I’ll lead my gals and squeeze through the crowd. I’ll make way for my gals at the dancefloor. So much so that I always get the shit. Oh well.

Let me show you the scenario.

A normal average looking guy is monkey dancing at the podium, with a gal who’s wearing a mini skirt (and g-string) standing there (dun even have to dance to get attention) beside him (not flirting with him obviously).

Who wans to look at men flash or monkey dancing at the podium? Duh.

And if you’ve been to momo recently, you’d have noticed that the ratio of men to women is so much higher. A group of men dancing (and maybe fondling) at the podium! Can you imagine that???  Gosh.

I went bowling with a fren after dinner at bishan.

We had a bet, and he’s supposed to let me lead by 40 points.

In the end, i won by 26. Not including the 40 points.

This is wat he got:

MuaHahaha… I like drawing on hands. =)

In less than two months, I’m known as the glutton in class.

I’ll go to school late each day with a curry puff, sometimes 2. Highest record was 4 or 5. Couldn’t remember.

Then break at 11. If I’m itching for something, my frens and I would go down to the mama shop (same shop that sells the curry puffs, i’m damn close with that indian uncle already) to get potato chips.

Munch munch munch. 1230. Lunch time. We cheong down to buy food up to the class. Papaya milkshake (bcoz i wan bigger boobs), carrot milkshake (for the pink glow) or honeydew (for moisturising) would be my dessert.

Break at 3. Mouth itch again. This time it would be the pantry’s lippon tea and biscuits.

So today I made lippon tea for me and a fren again, reached for the tin of biscuits and grabbed a couple (or a couple much more, watever you name it).

A classmate saw it and said, ‘WAH JANICE! YOU DIDN’T EAT YOUR LUNCH TODAY HUH?’

Feeling a lil embarassed, I replied, ‘Oh, it’s for three’, and I scurried back to my seat. Walking pass another group of classmates, one made the same comment again. Seriously speaking, I dun think it’s a lot lei. It’s 10 over pieces, and I think it’s peanuts. Even if I’m not sharing it with my frens I wouldn’t have problem swallowing everything. And they think it’s a lot.

Oh well. I’m really thankful that I dun get fat no matter how much I eat. Heng ah.

Went to the gym with fransca yesterday.

I think I’m very girly. I spent most of the time there posing. I dunno how to use half of the equipments over there, and fransca became my instructor. I merely jogged 10 mins on the treadmill and I got sick of it. Then I moved on to the dunno wat you call it machine which looks like a bicycle but you cycle while standing up. I played with that for another 10 mins, then I moved on doing clutches. Then the steps. Erm then I complain I wan to go back already. Girly ain’t I? Well, before I know fransca, gina and I dun have the habit of going jogging or gym. All we do is eat and slack, and the only form of workout we do is dancing. Yeah. Before fransca came into our life, we were flash dancing, that’s why we dun see a need for exercising. No fats to burn wat, we always say. And even if our tummy is getting bigger, we always manage to coax each other that we still can conceal by breathing in. Then Fransca came along. Hmm… maybe it’s time gina and I do some serious workout… Erm. Aiya see how first. Right, Gina?

No matter wat you do, how hard you try,

you’re just a sexy thing he can’t resist f**cking.

Time to save your dignity.

  My number 2 maid. Wahaha.

I actually fell twice on that blading session on thursday with my two maids, after a movie session with my prudential advisor. I’m not gonna show you the pics that my number 1 maid had taken when i fell. Too unglam.  Now I’ve got a huge bruise on my butt. Sob. =(