Friday, September 17, 2004
grammarÂ
why isn't post spelt poast? why isn't toast spelt tost?
toastee!!! the exams are over!!!
i celebrated partial freedom (well, the real exams aren't over yet - they haven't even started, hence the partial) by going through the extremely high security ics now has. previously the guard didn't care why i was there or who i was there for, but this time meg had to go to the office and tell them i'd be there and yadda yadda yadda... i was even given a pass. very snazzy (not to mention ugly) :-)
and then we - meg, ansell, sarah and me - ventured into the deep unknowns of serangoon road or somewhere around that area to go to ais. and then the girlies played a good game and won!
and then we went home.
celebratory gets a new meaning, when this girl (i know her from three years ago) told me she got hungover from some party. parties tarties! not her. just parties. we don't have parties here because we are good children. in australia, however, (she's aussie) they're bad kids. shame, shame. hey, why don't we have a smarty party? we can all bring books and immerse ourselves in the times new roman (font size 10/11.5) lines of text! plus, we also get to do well in school because of that. aha. oh! here's the latest crazy thing i've done (click lick ick):
poobaboon, crapperswrappers, tostee poastees.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/17/2004 05:24:00 PM
toastee!!! the exams are over!!!
i celebrated partial freedom (well, the real exams aren't over yet - they haven't even started, hence the partial) by going through the extremely high security ics now has. previously the guard didn't care why i was there or who i was there for, but this time meg had to go to the office and tell them i'd be there and yadda yadda yadda... i was even given a pass. very snazzy (not to mention ugly) :-)
and then we - meg, ansell, sarah and me - ventured into the deep unknowns of serangoon road or somewhere around that area to go to ais. and then the girlies played a good game and won!
and then we went home.
celebratory gets a new meaning, when this girl (i know her from three years ago) told me she got hungover from some party. parties tarties! not her. just parties. we don't have parties here because we are good children. in australia, however, (she's aussie) they're bad kids. shame, shame. hey, why don't we have a smarty party? we can all bring books and immerse ourselves in the times new roman (font size 10/11.5) lines of text! plus, we also get to do well in school because of that. aha. oh! here's the latest crazy thing i've done (click lick ick):
poobaboon, crapperswrappers, tostee poastees.
written by Ruth Leanne the Great at 9/17/2004 05:24:00 PM
