Tuesday, July 05, 2005
April 27Before I get to anything, I'd like to remind you all that "today" is...
SHARON'S BIRTHDAY!!!WOOT WOOT!! *toots noisemakers*
Happie very Belated Birthday Sharon Baby!!!
Ya, okay, so I'm two months late on wishing her a happie birthday but at least i cared enough to bring wrapping paper, ribbons etc etc to decorate Shar's locker.
When I got there (I can't recall what time I got there), I saw a very frantic rach pacing Shar's locker because she doesn't have any decorating materials. FRET NOT.
WOMANMAN IS HERE!!!
So I took off my invisible glasses and transformed from plain old Dorcy Chen to WOMANMAN!!!
And with a swish of my waist-length black hair, I retrieved from my all-mighty bag, decorations.
And so begins the frantic decorating craze. It was only too bad that we didn't get to finish before the bell rang. I'm really REALLY sorry Shar. Sharon didn't say much, but you could tell she was skeptical of the not-yet-finished locker decorations that did not extend to be ceiling-height like Rachel's or Simon's. Her blog confirmed my guesses.
It was too bad though. The only reason that Rachel's and Simon's locker decorations extended ceiling high was because they were decorated by Wes who piled all sorts of junk onto their lockers. Besides, Wes (Cheese) was rejected by Sharon when he had tried to ask her out. And Wes being Wes, wasn't very likely to decorate that someone's locker. Personally, I say... Well, I wouldn't say anything. It's not my life/ story to blog-whore about.
Although... I'd like to say alot more about that Wes Pilkington.
...
It didn't sound like a very happie birthday for Sharon. She spent the entire day alone and her dad didn't even bother wishing her a simple Happie Birthday.
How could such a beautiful day be so bad for the Birthday Girl?
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On a happier note, here's an excerpt of the things that Kaitai and I exchanged (verbally) on the way back to our lockers from honour orchestra rehearsal.
K: That was horrible playing. I could hear you all the way from where I sat.
D (That's me btw): Um... You sit right across me, less than a meter away.
K: ... um... ya and it sounded terrible.
D: HAHA. No joke, I mean, if i can hear your
atrocious playing from where I sat, it must have been hard on your ears today.
K: I know! Well, at least I'm not killing pigs anymore.
D: ...
K: Okay, when I first got my viola, my mom
(his mom is super violinist btw) said me playing sounded like I was killing a
pig. Then it got better and I was promoted to killing a
cat. Early this year, it became killing a
chicken and now it's finally decent.
D: HAHA.
D: Too bad I'm still killing a
baby.
o_0
Throwing you kisses @ 5:38 PM
Restless
10:28a.m.
Home
Sunny
Yellow Tank + Green LaSenza PJs
$230 (69 thongs)
Nothing
Cough 
No one
Only Hope
Make plans
Thinking
High School
Kaitai
