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Saturday, October 25, 2003 ♥7:37 PM

well, today is not very smooth-sailing and i totally hate it. first the teacher is pms-ing(no wish to say who) and then zhihao and gang made me so darn fed-up, or should i say us? we were supposed to meet at 1.30 but they reached around 1.45. then they ate lunch for about an hour. by the time we started work, it was 2.45. and then he told us that he wanted to go to places like orchard and suntec. i mean it's ok with me but he is asking us to go to places like bishan, fort canning and lower pirece. i mean they are so far apart. so we got pissed and 'demanded' that we should be the ones going to town because it is safer for us there. i mean we were 8 young ladies and who knows what might happen to us when we are at the reservior. then he confessed. he and gang had already bought movie tickets to a 3.30 show and they are watching it in town. won't you be pissed if it was you? and mello standed up and 'commanded' them where to go. in the end, we went to botanic gardens, king albert park and fort canning. wonder how mello did it. and then on our way to k.a.p., i sms-ed him and told him off. yes feeling diam pissed then. me and sam were like cursing him all the way. and we believed that they didn't watch a movie. don't know why. just a gut feeling. in the end, felt much better after he apologized, but we think that is was his friend who made him do that, and i said," for once, i like this guy." and we went to p.s. and fa xie(let out our anger). now i am feeling peaceful and calm. feeling so much better now. today just sucks totally because just as we were feeling better, the teacher asked us to do something again. what a bad day. hope that tomorrow will be better and i am sure it will.