the new kaka. @ {11:13 PM}
Hi! Oh wait do I say hi too much?
All my 6D girls can rock without the silly boys! What an acheivement. I thought at first that since we're girls, we'd be a lot more wet than the guys, all the have-fun-and-deal-with-the-consequences-later boys. And today I was proved wrong. I would've had to eat humble pie, but since these are the most hardcore girls I've seen since forever, I would probably have to eat your fist. I did my share of being a lunatic by going round the class, head held high, while Jasmine called me Ms Arrogant, who is my snobby French socialite persona which we'd created today near Staircase 5, while doing my duty. I went all Frenchy with the thick French accent and Andrea, Ariel and Rachel returned it in the most surprising manner - Andrea Frenchied a little with me, Ariel called me a HARLOT (A synonym for harlot, I mean) in an accent that sounded quite Bengali, and Rachel, er... I asked her what she was looking at, and she gave me a cringe-worthy response. And later on Andrea broke into song, singing something that sounded like "You are my destiny...", grabbing any appropriate classroom object for a microphone. I can tell you how the little people would handle being in class with no teacher. They'd start walking around, popping people's collars, saying stupid things and doing random shank jobs on random crackahs (I don't know if it's meant to be spelt crackah, crackuh, cracker or whatever - will Philip please tell me?). We had our own fun, maybe safer, a tiny bit less hilarious (I'll admit - guys are funnier than girls) but totally memorable. Except for being called a harlot. That I can do without. And if you want to know what a harlot is, your best bet is to call up Keith Wong and tell him that his "hot and spicy stuff" is here. By the way there's a cat in the Parent's Corner, it's got beautiful luminous eyes and it's awfully adorable. I spent some time scratching its ears and stroking it. I hope it likes me! Don't forget to be good, gang.
Jade, signing off, may have lice from that widdle puddy cat
(I realized I was being a sadsack yesterday and last night. For those of you who don't know and/or don't care, I couldn't keep the truth of failing without breaking the floodgates. Yes. Tears. I haven't told my mom or dad yet. Pray for me people. And JQ? I'm sorry for calling you a gat, a cokehead, and a d-bag. Sorry. Oh yes, and hey, if you read my present MSN personal message, please note that I'm not in love with anyone, the words are just lyrics from the song With You by my favourite LP!)
