Nomad

This is what I'm gonna see everyday until mid next month.. no more Ken Silvers and his motorola ringtone for me.. I've been moved to level 3.. from level 6.. and next month I'm moving to level 4.. I'm a nomad!

Feels like year 12 all over again. So I was (and still am) friends with this boy, who happened to be the principal's son, who got to choose the people he was going to be in the same class with (I know it's not fair, but that's how things are done back home, isnt' it?!). So I was in that "special" class, until this one teacher came up from nowhere with her stoopid rule that couples weren't supposed to be in the same class.

My then boyfriend was in that class as well, since he was best friends with the principal's son.. So principal's son chose him over me, and I was moved to another class.. I should've thought of breaking up and going out with principal's son instead! I was too naive..

Diana (my lovely Diana.. hmm... *memories*) was also kicked out from the class, can't remember why.. not to the same class as me though.. She fought back and asked to have me moved to her class as she loved me too much.. and the teacher listened.. So there was I, of all 5 classes (IPA dong!) I've been in 3 of them..

Anywayyyyyyyy.. a bit of explanation on the photo.. from left-right-top-bottom.. MY VERY OWN STATIONERY DRAWER!!! WOOHOOO!!! How pretty is it!! hihihi.. Then my stoopid keyboard, which is nailed to the desk.. Then my phone, which hasn't been reset, so it only sits there and does nothing.. Then the headset (eeeww!!).. Then Fred Italiano's desk (I've actually thought of having Indonesiano as my surname.. NOT!).. Then Scot (1 t) the new guy I trained yesterday, who got yelled at by his presumably girlfriend because he didn't pick up her call as he was away from his desk.. Then a wall socket (didn't have that before).. Then the same name thingy.. Then my new shoes.. hahahahaha.. hahaha...

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