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January 23, 2009
Sometimes, We Are F-A-I-R-L-E-E-S


Today, just today, my leg was bleeding. Why you ask? It's because today was a non-school-regular-afternoon-study-day. There was 'Larian Twelveans'. Afternoon sessions transfer to morning sessions for only this special day. It's kind of like cross country. Form 1-5, everybody must take part. It kinda sucks! Form 1 takes the lead. Well, girls have to finish their running within 25 minutes whereelse boys, 20 minutes. It was the moment of truth (dramatic a bit), it's time for the junior's of the school to be released out of their cages. Oops, let's get back to reality.

The siren was pressed and everybody started to run. I just moved one step and boom, somebody from behind pushed me. I was like in damn pain. Shit! (sorry for using violence words HAHA). So, that is why my leg was bleeding but i continued the race and got number 19! But, I didn't get a prize. Wierd...

Proceed to going home time. I told my bus to come not earlier than 12.30 and not later. He didn't listen to me. I think. I had to wait for almost 2 hours in school to wait for my bus. Luckly, I wasn't the only one waiting for the same bus. My neighbour rides the same bus as me. She's a form 3. We waited there like some kind of silly people making a fools out of themselves. Plus, it was smoking hot. Like in GURUN SAHARA! (it's just a figure of speech). Finally, my neighbour called her mom to pick us up and we were the last 3 people to go home. My bus said that he arrived at 12.30. Such a liar! He must be excited to get ready for the new year until he forgot to pick us up! HAHA!

So, that was how 23rd of January was to me. Cruel! HAHA.

P/S : My leg still hurts!

5:20 PM