morgueville,heartland living.

had rece today for one of the many walks for the camp next next week. and we walked from school all the way back to my old school maris stella. it was like ten million miles. they gonna built a mrt station right beside maris, so the whole stretch of bartley road looked really different. oh my. i feel old.


after the rece, me gary and angeline walked to a bus stop, and when i saw lynette at the opposite stop, i started waving at her franctically as if we haven't seen each other for years when i was just talking to her in school earlier. but the part about me being oblivious to my supremo unglamness in front of everyone isn't that much of great importance in today's entry. that's because no one would have really notice, thank goodness. but really that's besides the point. because right 10 centimetres away, whilst i was in my act of insanity (and lynette boarding the bus, waving back too. well at least she waved back.), two men were quarrelling at the top of their voice. and there i was, totally ignorant about it. (i actually thought they were having some candid conversation.) and everyone was looking at them. so therefore, get the picture that i'm driving at? i thought it was really hilarious. perhaps one of that bengster-ghettoshite was about to proceed and punch me for totally ignoring his conquest. and the other guy, i'm sorry, seemed really stoned through out the whole ordeal, yet incessantly trying to fight his worth. so angeline and gary left, and i, suddenly realised what's going on, stayed and watched. that bengster-ghettoshite punched the other guy, who was still stoning. while 2 guys attempted to stop it from escalating further. some further verbal exchange of fucks and female gentila, and i concluded the fight started because one of them made the other guy missed the bus and had some severe attitude problem. ahh. and then i realised my bus was not available at that stop.


ooh. earlier during lit tutorial gary said something really crude but outrageously funny. miss g was telling us the year1s guys are much more goodlooking than the year2s. and definitely much more gentlemantly because they 'stand up' when she 'comes into class.' and gary repeated her sentence. but this time with the question mark. and miss g replied in dismay amidst the roar of laughter, 'i know i looked like i stand next to god to them, but no.'


go figure. school was fun today.