i am super high now. veryveryveryvery high now. and all because of netball carn! and more. for all bored avid readers, here is a warning that the following narration might run the risk of being super boring but i don't care! haha you want to read you read lorh, don't want to read then just tag and say you never read lorh!

friday was like supposed to be super crap day larh, like principal's address and all, BUT there was MODERN (very impt to take note, ms dance instructress was like girrrls, it's MODERN) jazz and hiphop. it's distressing i tell you to have a hallfull of rg girls TRYING to dance hiphop and jazz. very traumatising. but that's not the main point anyway. the music was like from the '80s those kind, the John Travolta, oh-here-comes-my-wonderful-scene-of-shaking-bon-bons-in-shows-like-grease-and-saturday-night-fever-which-all0just-have-bad-plots-but-funky-dancing kind of music. so ms dance instructress was like looking for the most ENTHOOD student-dancer. at this point i MUST interject that 311 very proudly has a residential HOTBABE, also fondly referred to as koksquared, or kok-kok for the uninitated. =) so the roving eyes of ms dance instructress settled on -YES!- HOTZBABEZ! (said with the yuezhen accent) -insert crowd screams and shrill whistles- then we just cheered our heads off, a nanodecibel louder and an entire school in ulu pandan would have crumbled. thousand apologies to the people we disturbed in pasir ris. even our teacher calls kokkok hotzbabez, 311 is just happening i tell you! haha super class pride here larh!

then today was netball carn! so we all played, fell, smiled, cheered, laughed, cried, hugged, scream-till-we-were-faint at kallang. the first few games still quite okay larh, so we happily went on. then we were playing some super rough class and everyone got elbowed and shoved and pushed everywhere.. wah super painful larh. i was guarding the wing attack, being wing defence mah, then she grabbed every part of my clothes and arms there was to grab! like OOF! but we still won! simran and jingli just have super alot of chemistry larh, like simran bounces the ball just to a space where there is NO ONE then jingli just flies in out of goodness knows where and GRABS the ball and SHOOTS! then plop! the ball swooshes in! now you can see why we're so high.

so the results were like being announced, then the disembodied voice was going "the second place goes to three mumblemumblemumble" so we all just sat there blurblur one then 312 was like 311! go and collect prize larh! then we were all just HUH then when we finally got conked back into reality, we sent HOTBABE up!

i love 311! [haha i bet pris will put in somethign about 312 too but i won't reveal anything larh let her have the fun of doing so!] for the CO-OWNER'S sake... 312 rocks too!=)) <333!

-anne