Thursday, March 5, 2009 Tuts my barreh!
Posted by Deimi Brigitte at 6:16 PM
Unusual thing this morning, I got up when suddenly the world (the room, really) started spinning. I just ignored it and bathed.


Geoggers, I had a major headache and couldn't concentrate. It went on really long. Lunch break before CDP, we ran around asking for bobby pins. We went to CDP earlier to get a headstart on the sewing. Farah worked on the sewing machine while me and P were doing the pleating on the skirt. P #2 was assisting if we needed help.

Then again, Mr. M chilled around our group. He is a laugh! He brought Twiggies and started "devouring" it in front of us with the "M mm!", with his expressions. I tried grabbing it but he snatched it away and starting doing it again. Grrr!

He started saying in British accent, "Rubbish!" at us. So I said, "YOU are rubbish." with the same accent and throwing a string at his face. I then started making fun of his bald head. His hair really makes an "M" on the forehead area. I said he could be in a Mcdoodles commercial and he could even be a logo, a yellow M on his forehead. He called us retards.

He just has to be my favourite instructor, mean but hilarious. He once said, "God, I'm working with morons." So I gave him the stink eye. I call him the M-man. We were finally released, I was still having my headache. Farah asked us to accompany her to wait for her Luuurve God at Yishun Park. Meh, my head hurts but I didn't decline. I wasn't feeling well when we reached the swings, in fact, I was hungry but I didn't say a word.

Farah was risking her life to walk across them while they swing. P kept on yelping because it would always be a close call when Farah moves away but P #2 was determined to hit her.

It made me laugh a bit but my headache would always come back. When it was my turn to use the swing, Farah tried scaring me but I wasn't scared, indeed, I tried hitting her. It is her fault she wanted to risk getting hurt. I kicked her quite a lot of times. HA HA! Her Luuuurve god finally came, so 3 of us were left. P #2 was leaving for tuition soon.

When she did leave, P and I went to Broadway to eat since I was bloody hungry. After grubbing, we went our own way back home. Dad bought Burger King, telly ho.