Something about the long weekend
I cried on the 5, 6 and 7, for different reasons. One reason I cried, was when I received a sms from my father, I was too happy. But so much for all that tears, i don't think it was worth it anymore. It was an instigation. I spent the days in my room only coming out when I need to go to the toilet, to take things and to have my meals. I'm shutting myself from this family. Good thing i have dear with me when i cried.
The guys in tuition were so lame/bored that they took turns to call my handphone when I was right in front of them. The tuition centre was bloody stuffy but I didn't go out for break.
Come to think of it, i think its funny to play with the spirits. they can answer your lamest questions, such as "do you know i am *your name*?" They can even make my grandmother angry.

School today was alright. 3G, H, J were pumped during PE. 50 push-ups! But it was never done anyway. We just stayed in pumping position for quite a long time and down-ed only like 3?? Everybody just continued talking. Lessons after recess couldn't keep me awake, so I sms-ed dear to stay awake. After school, me and dear went to Bugis to buy wanyin's pens and I was said to "pang-seh" my friends. So good for that helpfulness man. Now I'm in my room AGAIN, studying for physics.

See, i blogged, Ryan. =)