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this week in corrugated texts

life's just like monopoly.

i happened to land on the Community Chest square and got myself a
"You have been awarded the Good Progress Award. Receive $200."

wow,just like that. anyway its not just me. my good old sis apparently flunked her midyears and the other previous common tests too. but since she's younger than me so she got $150 only. well-done anyway. haha. i haven't got such things for years!

i remember primary 1 to 4 was damn fun. 1st all the way. primary 4 was even first in standard! clara my cute cousin got 1st in primary 1 this year too. i hope she'll continue the streak. she's just so deceptively innocent. she still behaves like a shy 5 year old girl but she's already so clever.

so happy. sunday is gonna be christmas eve celebrations. ever since johnny jiu jiu and his family moved into the casablanca, we've been having xmas celebrations there. seems that it will be a new trend. it will be a raucous, immensely joyous occasion. no doubt, relatives will ask me about my breakup, but i will convince them that i'm not so gullible and i've learnt all i could about such things. my mind's filled with girls now. that's a good thing. when i was attached to hong zhi, i cut myself off and made it second nature to NOT look at girls. but now, i guess i'm slowly returning to normal. my pre-attached self.

but beauty is only skin-deep. its sad that for most, we are attracted because of beauty. but again, we have little choice. how often do you get to know someone inside out, then get allured to and from then on initiate a romantic relationship? not very. in fact, i only know less than 5 such people in my life.i may be quick at empathising with human behaviours and mentalities, but that doesn't translate to knowing everyone easily. that's so sad. i dun like stating my points. the reasoning is easier. hah.

im speaking in a super random manner. stuff like ms winnie tan is chio. or like, i am a girl, and that my sis is a boy. hmmm,working with shannon and jonathan is interesting. i've been bullied by them lah! they call me names, blame me for every mistake and call me names like metro. that's damn bad la! but i had a great time, seriously. we all love our bosses. auntie kristine and aunt soy. the latter drives us to and fro the workplace and buys us lunch. seriously, i would have never thought that a boss could be so nice to us. she even advises us, counsels us..i'm quite touched by them. thank you so much..i wasn't thinking about earning real money, but was initially thinking of how not to while my time away on the comp. seems that i really got more than i bargained for. in the utmost positive sense ;) and the other jonathan who joined me, though he's a total stranger to us, he's not that bad. found out today that he was in the same combined choir as i was in sec 2. in jc he took track as cca. and both of us will have never looked the choir type. which led pei yu to exclaim in horror upon discovery of both our common history. and we were busy guessing from what school pei yu was from. st nics'? was she sec 1? but when soy asked, she replied ntu, year 2, mass comm. omg la. i did comment that its a good thing ppl always mistake her for a sec school kid,cos to me, most university girls are given the unglamorous title of 'old bag'.

maybe i should call up trevor and ask for his job offer in sembawang sec. since im an approved relief teacher anyway. and it'd be 1 stop away for me. damn good. or even a couple of bus stops. right now, i'm thinking about money. HAHA. hong zhi and janice would pity my students. well, be glad i'm not going to be posted as a PE teacher. quite impossible too i guess. my thoughts are in a whirl.

isn't it weird if someone keeps looking at you in school. and if it happens for at least a year? the complication is that you keep looking back just as much. that's how u know that that person was looking at you isn't it. it'd be good to have such ppl as friends. i somehow feel that.

"plak!";
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