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eLisabeth, spelled with a "S".
born and bred in S'pore.
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

fuck fuck fuck. fuck that woodstock.
come telling my group today, "words of caution. your presentation later will be graded. so don't laugh during presentation."
yesterday only left me and des in the group.
and we're suppose to role-play. how the hell are we suppose to?
then we asked him if we could present instead not, says all groups must present.
tell him our group only left two of us. he answered, "so?"
nevermind, me and des tried to perform but keep laughing.
and says we suffer from ggd (giggle giggle disorder).
then, the rest of the groups just present. WTF right.
ARGHH!! im so bloody hell pissed. stupid woodstock, wanna slap him man.
see us young, bully us.
ask him questions, he answered me back with another question; with the same idea but rephrase it. how nice.
and say will scaffold us. how vygotsky he is man. o.o
i think he need some therapy, wanna me intro positive psyche? lmao.
not only me, the other few group-mates also hate him man.
see, the prove:

looks like woodstock? lol. rate please. hahahhaha.

right, im not a mediacorp artiste/scriptwriter/author.

high expectations, lousy environment. all the bangalas man. yuckks.

kill me. theory on vygotsky. =x

im hungry.

loves, eli.

10:32:00 PM