I. am. so. freaking. sad. :(

I had to get my laptop reformatted but my files couldn't be backed up so I lost every single file in my computer. Pictures, videos, music - all gone! What the fuck laaaa? I hate technology.

Instead of using facebook and twitter, we should all just live in some hut together with all our friends and family and sing kumbaya by the fire every night. That way, we wouldn't need social networks to stay in touch and wont feel heartsick when hundreds of songs you downloaded get deleted cos the only damn song we know is kumbaya. Wtf does kumbaya mean anyway?

On or more cheery note, school was hilarious today, as usual. Sara was absent so it was just Theresa, Phoebe, Ray and me today.

After recess, we were all playing kiddy games. Phoebe decided to play 'Mafia'. I used to play this in my pd school back in form 1 except we called it killer there. It's where everyone gets a piece of paper with 'citizen' written on it but one of the papers will have 'mafia' written on it. Whoever gets the mafia paper has to discretely wink at the others and if you get winked at, you die and the others have to guess who the mafia is.

Phoebe: *places the folded up pieces of paper on the desk*
Me: *takes the one in front of Ray*
Ray: *takes the one on front of me*
Me: "you know, maybe it was destiny that put our papers in front of us and we took each others. we just switched our destiny, we just changed the future!"
Ray: "whoa! what does your destiny say?"

After that, we kept calling it the destiny game and everytime Phoebe placed the papers on the desks, we'd all go crazy and scramble for them, trying to take each others, screaming "my destiny! my destiny!" We started messing about after that. I kept winking at everyone even though I wasn't the mafia and Phoebe kept yelling "you liar!", then we'd have to start all over again. HAHAH.

After we got bored of mafia, we played truth or dare. Instead of just using a regular pen or something like any other student would, we attached two highlighters by the caps and used that as the spinner which didn't really work out cos the highlighters kept coming apart and flying off the table everytime we spun it. Not to mention, it's impossible to play truth or dare with us cos we kept cheating by blowing the spinner in someone else's direction if it pointed towards us or asking lame stupid questions like "have you ever waxed your pubic hair?" We already know everything about each other, there was nothing to ask.

After we gave up on truth or dare, I spotted these baskets that the juniors who used our class in the afternoon session had woven out of coloured paper for art. So, I grabbed one and stuck on my head like a hat and had the brilliant idea to create a new game. Everyone did a ridiculous dance while balancing the baskets on their heads and if the basket falls, you lose. So we played that and I swear we were laughing like hyenas on weed.

Went to church this morning for St. Teresa's feast day cos our school is named after her. St. Jo boys didn't go so it was all girls. The St. Tre primary school girls sang the hymns pretty loud, it was so cute to listen to their kiddy voices. I like that St. Tre and St. Jo schools make their students go to church every first friday of the month and on Christian occasions. Its actually cool, everything is run by students and the whole cathedral is filled with students only so all around you see people in school uniforms. It doesn't hurt that lessons are cut to 25 minutes per period for the rest of the day to make it in time to go home by 12pm either.

Father Albert was walking around church talking to students after mass and showing everyone the peace sign with both hands. He saw me and said "Michelle, my dear! I told him I was moving and he went into full prayer mode, praying that everything goes well and gave me a hug. He's a nice white man. Oh, he’s dutch by the way.

Random;

Ray and Theresa pretend to be married and Sara (flower fass / ah fass) is their kid.
Ray: "ah fass ah, you know you are not apek like your parents you know."
Sara: "then?"
Ray: "you are adopted. you are actually a bangla."
Sara: *turns to Theresa* "mommy, daddy say I'm a bangla."

Making fun of our maths teacher's fake lashes.
Ray: "I think she can hear us. don't L-A-U-G-H."
Me: "you know, she can spell right? she's a teacher."
Ray: "S-H-I-T!"

Ray: *discretely draws a cute pig's face on Phoebe's and my arm*
Me: "what the-"
Ray: "you have just been porked!"