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Wednesday, January 9, 2008,11:03 PM

OHMYGOD. OHMYFUCKINGOD. OHMYMOTHER/FATHER/BROTHER/LITTLEBROTHER.

After school was really havoc. Friends and I laughed throughout the whole lunchie time. We even played truth or dare with Matin and friends just to kill time.

Walk along the Garden's bridge, continue walking, stop at the D&T room and turn right, walk up the stairs and you can see a band room. Then we go audition for the band lor. See what instrument we get to play.

I GET TO BE THE DRUMMER/SOMEONE PART OF PERCUSSION IN CONCERT BAND! THEN, THEN. CAN PLAY THE DRUMS AND I'M LIKE SO HIGH NOW. ALMOST ALL THE SEC 1S WHO PUT BAND AS ONE OF THEIR CHOICES BECAUSE THEY WANTED DRUMS DIDN'T GET THROUGH. AND I'M ONE OF THE TOP 3. I'M SO OVER THE MOON MAN. HAHAHAHA. Hui Li said, "When you play right, your head like got shake, shake, shake." WTH! LOL. Cassandra play da sex-a-phone. Woah, thats my homo alright!

Then, then, now I wanna play audition. CAN? KK, BAI SUCKERS.