I suppose my job today was not THAT tough. But it was interesting to know what kind of people there are in A-levels.

And I've come to a conclusion that:
1. The boys are all very tall.
2. There are two extreme type of girls. Those whose main purpose to come to college is to be seen in their latest togs and those who never wear anything else but baby tees and jeans.
3. That even though we're all 18 year olds, the similiarity between us and kindergarten children during an assembly is uncanny.

But I'm grateful that there are no more immature pre-teens who would try to mimic your shrill commanding voice when you try to arrange them in place.

What am I saying, we ARE 18 year olds. I take pride in being akin to an 18 year old.

*this section has been "discredited" because someone said he wanted to sue me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAA..... and.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. ok. the story was that he accidentally nudged my boobs and when he turned around, he asked me, "how now?".. and I just found it so incredibly funny. anyway.*

Ah.. was oggling Esther's hot lecturer. My, my, how can anyGUY'S ass be THAT succulently tight..?! The way he walked, he just kept swinging his hot bum side to side, luring me to..........STUDY ECONS. AHAHAHAHAA. And he's got this Jim Carrey type of face. Hidden behind abit of floppy hair with a youthful smile. hahahaaha. hotbum hotbum hotbum hotbum. This is the first time I can safely say, "MY WHAT A SEXY ASS."

There were a bunch of girls before Su-Hsien's class who were SO adament on NOT standing on the chairs. Reason being: "AiYaH, WeArInG hiGh HeeLS lA.. How To StAnDdDddDddDddDdD(intentionally dragged on to play Pied Piper with the boys)."... Like sheesh. Don't you know that the boys in YOUR class are so friggin tall? And most importantly, don't you know that I have to stand in the sun the whole day and if we stall anymore time, I leave later?
*I so needed to take my eyeballs out and roll it around my palms*

Verdict on the Myth that A-Levels got no cute guys: Sad, but true. But if you look long enough..(like me, 14.20-8.00= 6 hours) ..you'll know that there are a few rare gems amidst the hundreds of a-level's guys. *air liur meleleh. setitik-dua saje*

But pretty girls alot.. If I was a guy, I'd be happy.

Yesterday at Success, I told Abby, Chun Meng, Kevin and Melissa the "why did the malaysian cross the road" joke. It was like both couples were at a game show, bombarding the answer at me, the host.

And the answers they all came up with? lame lame all.
"to buy roti canai?" "to see lenglui" "to follow the chicken?" "to buy prepaid card?" "coz got zebra crossing?" "cannot cross but cross anyway" "to see Kevin."(Kevin said this one). etc.. haih. Even when Zhuo Yan joined us, he couldn't guess.

My friends didn't want to give in to me.. *sob*. They tried guessing till I was late for physics. They did it on purpose because I did the "GooOooood retarded chilDrennn" joke on them. AHAHAHAAHAH. Melissa Kena. Who else would?

Oh the answer to the joke is "why, to see the accident across the road of coz." I think I've blogged this joke before.

During the ed meeting, I got closer to this girl called Doralisa. Nice girl! Very friendly. She was the one who was manning(womanning?) the spotlight for Hip Hopera. She didn't really talk to me much those three nights but today I realized she's actually quite nice!
We both teamed up to make the entire ed board BRIGHT FLUORECENT tags to be worn on the photoshoot day. I was using the idea Mel(permission Mel?) used for last year's GEMALA's ed board and that is to use a piece of cardboard and just scribble our names onto it. This is to enable us to identify each other amidst the throngs of students who would be moving all over the place for the photoshoot.

The entire board is gonna work like a police force on an operation. One member will be assigned to one floor at each block and will do the calling of classes, easing communiciation. We need to identify each other as we'll be running around. Hence, we need to create an identity for the board members.