Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Bleached life with tinted sight.









Tomorrow is Thursday with marks the grand return of the Part C(from Spec Course). I wonder how well will they fare. I am atwitter now, and I am sure they are agog too. I cannot wait to know their results. I have absolute faith in them(:

Today, at 1215 hours, or thereabout, I wore my bleached white socks, put on my fabric school shoes(glass slippers' stepsister), took a thousand banana steps to the lift, picked up a phone call, from Mark, with loud music blasted in the background, thanks a lot, stepped into the *lift, waited for seconds before I can step out again, walked another thousand banana steps to reach Mark and Timothy. Boring routine to go through whenever I want to go out.

*Lift(UK), elevator(US), but elevator sounds so much better!

Had three gruelling hours of EMath, but the fortunate thing is that we had not use much of our brain cells, other than thinking if I should use pen 1 or pen 2, but I used pencil in the end. Syafiqah, *muddy! muddy! muddy!*, was a great companion in class. After lesson, Mark, Ben Looi, Susan and I went to central for food. Yes, central. Soon after, Xuan Jie and Timothy came along and joined us. Fooddd!

I am Jean!

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