happy summer hols!

today's friday!
this morning, i woke up as normal, only with an unusual sensation of being soo REFRESHED. hehe. for obvious reason :D LAST DAY OF THE YEARRR!!!


in the morning i had science. it wont be that bad, i thought, giving it the benefit of the doubt.
my day started great! i wasn't late, my head scarf was in its best of manner, the weather was nice and sunny-ish, didn't have a raw or anything. it was fabulous!


Dr Razzaque pronounced Dok-tor Ra-zak (Muslim science teacher. i think he's bengali) let us do whatever we liked. first i sat at my place talking to the lads (since i was trapped in the middle). then, Najwa(arabian) came to talk to me. we got bored then decided to play BINGO instead. haha. after five minutes, we still were bored and so i said, lets join rachel, alice n rebz at the front table. they were playing pictionary. so i joined in. haha. with me joining in, it was a lot more fun and noisy. we actually got told to shush it down a bit.


omg, the ideas that came rushing in my mind! THEY WERE GENIUS! haha. no one guessed it right but when i explained it, they were like "duhhh~". c'etait amusant :)...the best one i had was when i drew a person, looking sexy, you know, with the big boobs, mini skirt and leggy legs but with short hair and unstyling beard indicating a manly face. providing that i was being very pre-occupied and concentrated drawing that out, i didn't realise that sir was there all along. MON DIEU i felt sooo ashamed and embarrased. first of all, not to brag or anything, but my drawing was quite good, so, people didn't have trouble telling what i was drawing. second, i'm known as this purely innocent polite student in everyone's eye but above all, Dr Razzaque is a typical heavily beardy muslim man (that some people had even suspected him of being a terrorist!) and i was afraid that he might've thot i was making fun of him when REALLY, i was drawing an example of a transexual person. you might say whatever you want but personally, i think that was the best idea of how to draw one (we were playing pictionary, for crying out loud!. what do you expect?! hehe).

oh dear. THE SILINESS!


FRANCAIS time! we were supposed to watch a french movie but then it was out. dunno what the prob was but she just let us do whatever we wanted. so, off everyone went, doodling on the white board, chatting with mates, taking photos, sitting like a loner, sleeping, drawing... you name it! i decided to talk to Nickquita. Trust me. We discussed about IMPORTANT stuff which included some gigling, sneering, laughing and OMGing. lol. it was nice to talk to her. before we knew it, it was tutor time and we were due to be in one of the Psychology classrooms. i found a text book on "Human Behaviour" and decided to be a geek for once and read it. i read the Eating Disorder and Dreams chapters (not that i needed themm...).


the bell went again and it was break time! chilled out at the normal place and 20 mins later, the bell went again. so off we went to our next lessons.



it was MATHS! The Day Of Judgement as to who will be seen as winners and losers. you see, it's been a year (and i mean A GOOD WHOLE YEAR) Samir and Lawrence (mates from my maths set) had been challenging our Maths teacher, Mr Woodforth for a tennis match. EVERY SINGLE LESSON throughout the year, they'd been talking about how hard they've been training for, who their coaches were (Sina and Alex...my frens too), and how sir is going to lose baddd to them. lol.


so today was the day, and instead of having normal maths lesson, our group went outside and to the tennis court while it was SPITTING (ughh! the weather!)! the game started and i had my umbrealla out. so Rachel and her bf, Vicky, Hannah and I were cramping, pretending having cute lil buttocks, under one tiny umbrealla. we were packed like tinned sardines and therefore hannah and i decided to sit down on the wet ground whilst them three standing, holding the umbrealla up. oh what the heck. it was the last day~


the match wasn't that interesting at all. Samir was completely, i'm sorry dear, rubbish! Lorz was not too bad. Sir and his partner, Mr Cowburn (another maths teacher) were oviously the stars. the lads won none of the sets! and it was a seriously quick match. about 30 mins or so (i mean come onn! Federer and Nadal played their tennis matches for at leastt 3 hours). Uh! nearly forgot to mention the best part. the best part was, Mr Woodforth betted £1000 FOR REAL(did i mention that he's got a massive mansion of his own and he's filthy rich) whilst the boys didn't bet anything. but i mean, A GRAND! he wud've given it for real if the boys had won (which they didn't. what a shame. that's a grand blown off just like that).



after maths, it was art. or so i thot. it was pottery, AGAIN. haiyaa... i'm sick of it now. on the other hand, i did manage to give my pot the last few touch ups. sick, i thot. loving it to bits. next year, i'll be glazing it with colours. :)


after 55 mins of art, i mean, pottery, the bell went and it was time to go home. we were all like hugging each other and screaming as we ran out of the classroom. we finished early today. Wihieee!! :D otherwise i wud've had ENGLISH! huh. dreadful english~


so, oreit then. that's pretty much how my day went. tonight is PARTAYH TIME!!! esok weekend and better yet still, i wud still have PLENTY OF TIME to catch up on my sleep :D:D:D

Have a good Summer Hols everyone!