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Tuesday, 2 June 2009 // 16:50
Mood: STFU
Music: Best Damn Thing - Avril Lavigne
I hate it when a guy doesn't get the tab
And I have to pull my money out, and that looks bad
Home:
A cat followed Mom home today! It was not a stray. There was a collar on its neck, I don't see any names carved on it. Oh well! It ran around in my house but eventually, Dad caught it and sent it out.
Mom dislikes pets. I knew it. Anyways, I ran for the camera when it rushed into the study room. I thought I could shoot a good picture of it. Nope, this was what I've gotten:
Parents-Teacher-Meet:
Pull your eyeballs out.
Dad didn't dye his hair and his white roots are covering seventy percent of his scalp. In lieu of pride, I was ashamed. Dad isn't old. He's in his forties. So what's that? White hair! How can that be? He kind of gotten some traits from grandmother. (squirts)
So, I did not get the report book back. I only gotten the copy of the results slip. Cross fingers to hope that my tuition teacher won't complain about my Chinese. It improved a little, but still not a good result.
Anyways, the first person I saw when I came out of the car was Wei Beng. Coincidence, coincidence... So, I walked to class with my father and when I stood at the door, I saw my friends with (mostly) their mothers. Except for Tilden and Lai Yi, they brought their fathers.
I was waiting halfway and something happened, but I can't tell you.
Read this.
Have you seen a teacher that is reluctant to give you homework? This will be in present tense. Because it is already happening in my school.I know, students hate homework. Well, for some hardworking ones, they love them but still loathe them sometimes because it steals away their fun and games. Agree with me! In Singapore, the first thing your Mother will ask you when reach home is, "Any homework today?" Some parents don't even care, but talking about the majority, it happens.
My dad sees me sticking my nose on the computer screen whenever he comes home. But he never questions, until yesterday...
Dad: Don't you have anything to do?
Me: I finished all my assessment books until the topic which the teacher haven't taught us.
Dad: What about the holiday homework?
Me: I can say that I finished them all at school last weekend.
Dad: So why aren't you doing your silent reading?
Me: I've read the books for more than ten times and even it was a comedy book, it looks pretty dull to me.
Dad: How thick was the homework?
Me: Nine pieces of paper.
Dad: What?
Me: Oh, and plus the Maths project. It's not finished yet. Waiting for news from the group members.
Dad: Are you sure you are studying in a secondary school?
Fine, I couldn't answer back in a deadly long way but it was, "YEA, I AM."
Ok, got to go.
