tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308651882011-04-21T13:48:46.348-07:00hushpuppieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00265831997381048293noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865188.post-1152443177384410262006-07-09T03:36:00.000-07:002006-07-09T04:06:17.396-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/3318/1600/bb%20004.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/3318/320/bb%20004.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">My mum's not home. Nobody's home. I am left alone with my maid. Its absolutely <strong>BORING</strong> !!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">All the things that I am suppose to do is studying, studying and studying. Wait ! I think there's more. Let me see.. Umm .. oh yea..<strong> STUDYING</strong>. I am so tired of it. Thats why I quietly write this blog without no one knowing .. Shh .. </span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">So, about today, I can tell you nothing much because thereis nothing special. But I can tell you that yesterday my school has a Clinic UPSR and all the year 6 (by the way, I am in year 6) pupils <strong>MUST</strong> go. Even the year 6 teachers must go. So, that day, ronald (my friend) saw this teacher which I don't want to mention his name pulling his underwear. Eww! Gross! I know ! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;">He was wearing a red shirt and a pair of jeans. plus a <strong>GREY</strong> underwear. It so doesn't suit if you ask me. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;">Okay. Thats not the fun part yet. The fun part is we had motivational talk and the instructor (do you call it the instructor or what?) or whatever , get scolded by my class teacher. Actually, he <strong>WAS </strong>doing something wrong. The motivational talk is all about building our confidence and stuff. But this teacher or I call the instructor ,he talks only to the pupils that went to his workshop. So, my class teacher gets fed up with him and scolded him. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;">Wow! I am so proud of her. Cause she don't usually scold people like that. She said that why are you talking to only <strong>SOME </strong>of the students and bla bla bla. I don't really know anything afterthat. And also we had wasted <strong>2 hours</strong> hearing some <strong>rubbish</strong> I call it. Other than that is quite interesting after all.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;">Haha. Ending of one post. That was fun isn't it ? Okay. Thats enough for today. Now I wanna rest myself and<strong> STUDY</strong>!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;">Bleh! Oh yea.. How many days again to UPSR ? Opps. I forgot. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;">=)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865188-115244317738441026?l=pink-heartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hushpuppieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00265831997381048293noreply@blogger.com0