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Thursday, May 10, 2007 10:34 pm
Drama Queen.



Hello all 6 of you whom I've invited to view my blog. Yes, there're only 6. Cuz you're the only ones who really frequent my blog. There could be others but.. who cares.

I'm bored.

Do you know I still have goosebumbs when I listen to the Phantom of the Opera soundtracks? As the songs play, I'm being brought back to the Esplanade Concert Hall Seat CC 40, reliving the scenes of passionate singing and love. The grandness of it all, it was phenomenal. I'll never forget that day for as long as I shall live. I can never talk about the performance without getting so excited that my voice will become high pitched and my heart begins to race and my hands become the fluttering of a butterfly's wings. Andrew Lloyd Webber is a genius!

On to another topic.

Something outrageous happened in school today. I, as well as Tini and Ais, were called in by our lecturer for an interrogation! Ok, not so much as an interrogation as a short Q&A session. We were suspected of taking a Year 2 HS student's (our own junior!) poor little 5 months old Sony Ericsson handphone with a micro SD card in it that holds, as I've been told, ALL her projects and assignments, without permission. Stealing, I tell you! That poor girl could actually describe us and pin point our faces in a photograph! What is the meaning of this? God! I feel like I'm standing in a straight line with other criminals with numbers over our heads in front of a mirror which only people on the other side could see through. I am NOT a thief, excuse-bloody-you. I don't even like that particular model anyway. My loyalty stays with Samsung, thanks very much.

Nad, stop with your silly drama.

Ok, so she didn't exactly SAY we took her handphone. She said that while in the toilet, she thought she might have left her handphone in there, when these Year 3 students (us) came in after her. After which, she claims, her handphone's missing. Aisiah told us that the victim [said with venom dripping all over] described Tini, Aisyah and I to the brink of perfection. Woah! What a bloody good observer she is. She could even describe what we were wearing! She described me as the quiet one, and get this, who lives at Pasir Ris! How in the world she knew this particular data of mind, I'd never know. At least not yet. For all I know, she could be a stalker. The thing is, we don't even know who she is. But there she is, actually pointed out Aisyah's and my face in a photograph taken when we were in Taman Negara.

Simply astonishing. She'll be a wonderful person to be with when you got robbed. She might help you out describing to the police everything about the thief from his clothing to the number of wrinkles in his face. Geez!