The one with the rotting chicken

Dear readers, thank you for being patient with me. Blogs are not on my priority with so much going on.

Im going to do a little run down on school

Mdm Sieow, Im starting to dislike her, not hate her, just dislike her. I find her "homework" assignments in class too dry to be consider putting in effort, too lax to consider as work. It really bugs me that we are doing newspaper writing, that has absolutely nothing to do with any of our English syllabus. Its been a month and yet, we havent recieve any serious work yet, no essays, no letters, no nothing. I wish Mrs Ng was teaching again. Can almost hear her voice going "Hamdan! Where is your homework!" before shoving her finger out of the door.

The Canteen food is starting to infect my taste buds. I cannot really enjoy it any more. Out of the 6 stores selling food, I only dare approach the Rice store, for the others are either too plain, too deadly or too disgusting. But after a good year, the potatoes are turning mushy, the chicken rots in my mouth, the vegetables begin to taste like paper.
I need real food...

I believe ACE will begin to push my nights later. I might have to adjust to 6hrs of sleep soon. Damn it, I need to live closer.

It is the last year of my secondary school. I plan to collect and collate the numbers and emails of close friends, and bond with others so as to leave an imprint my memory on them. Currently, I working on Eugene, Jay, Dyian, Aloysious, Amanda, Johnaton, Denton and Qi Ze. Friends are prescious, we should treasure all of them and heal all nastiness between each other.