There's gonna be a High Tea for my school and trust me...the thought of it is anything but nice. Apart from the venue(finally a decent place after 6.9 freaking years) and food, im totally not looking forward. After all the months of making us sit infront of tables mugging revising memorising forgetting re-revising understanding doing and doing, and, growing many many spare round rings of FAT tyres all over, the school bombards us with such an event suddenly so they can see who's tyres are the most well-cultivated. So ya know what? I'm so NOT gonna let them see mine...im gonna hide them under thick numerous white sheets of humongous mama Cloth!!!!! ok Actually thats besides the point...fats aside, though im pretty sure the event would be antipodal to the lamentable Serangoon Country Club prom night of Whitley secondary, the spirit or simply put--mood--is just...absent. It's not even Alevels yet!?!?!?! I'de be well drinking tea, ..and on the other hand, thinking bout the.. hmm.. total number of handshakes all pu3 students in the room can get given that there are an unknown number of gatecrashers and excluding those students whose hands are trotters(To MrPow: Take THAT!! SSsssolve it!!!)
But anywy, seriously, since u can't avoid it, Go Along With it Right? Afterall, it might be the last "School Tea" i'de be having?(touch alot of wood)
So! ...... Big Yo Mama's Toga--Who's with me?!
{Greta's Valley of Randomness}
