Your mom wanted me to write to you. 'Parently she sent a few emails to this address and they all bounced back? She's worried about you, of course. If/when you reply to her mail, she told me to tell you to send it to all her email addresses, her yahoo, and public bank ones.

And nooooowww, for the gossip.

Our school (mine and Hoay's) are putting on a school anniversary thing birthday bash. It's this Saturday, and I'm MC of the whole bash, which means standing up for about five hours straight. Curses on my beautiful accented English - haha. There's a class party afterwards, and parents get fried beehoon, I'm reliably told. Students, having forked out about ten bucks to their monitors get pizzahut or whatever the pengetua decides to buy, skimming a bit off the top, the bottom and the sides, I dare say...

As the MC, I'm intimately knowledgeable about the whole performance. TOO intimate. It's not the roses and red wine and black satin sheets kinda intimate. More like the 'he leaves the toilet bowl up' kind of intimate. The Form ones do a cute Chinese dance with pretty fans. The form twos do an acapella selection with tables and chairs and all. The Form Threes do MTV-like gyrating, without diamond G-strings and Usher. The Form 4s do 'beauty pageant' - 2006 Mr Mischievous. Form five are doing a funky fashion show.

There's this guy in Form Four (his name is Samson) who fancies this girl, Sabrina How (the one your brother carpools with) in Form Five. Apparently the passion has been since Form one. Anyway, during the Funky F-show. There's this part where Sabrina (as a model) sits on a guy's lap. And immediately everyone's head turned to Samson to see his reaction.

I don't like Samson anyhow. Everyone says he's so handsome and everthing, but I find him irritating. It's as if being considered good looking has exempted him from doing anything. In the Form 4 fashion show, he got to be a finalist. I was personally hoping for David Yang (a girly looking guy - 'couple' - teehee - with Joshua, our class monitor who is also a finalist. Joshua won in the end) to end up one of the finalists, because he actually tries to parody the models. Samson just shuffles. David struts. (There's a guy named Chin Yong whose act is the favorite mainly because he does something like a strip tease. At least, he did, but I think the headmaster made him stop it. Pity. I mean, he had a faint six-pack! Even if his face looked like a grown-up chipmunk.)

I was also supposed to be MC of that show also, but got kicked off because Lay Chin the Megalomaniac said I was too short. Just as well really, even though I'm not too happy about it, I don't fancy having to shimmy on jeans under my skirt behind the curtain. The boys are all there and it'd mean I'd have to wear good knickers just in case my skirt decides to do a runner on me. And my good knickers are all pink and purple with bows on them and I can't BREATHE because the material is nylon.

We've done nearly no work at all this past week. Pity tomorrow is the event. It might be hectic, but it's fun in a no fun at all sort of way. I wish you could be there to see it. Jad and Jade can't because they have school and I'd like someone to gossip about it to.

So what's up with you, and what new personalities have you met? Hope to hear from you soon. Enjoy winter in July!

Peony.

-- the email I was going to send to my cousin - it explains why I haven't been on lately, and won't be on on Saturday. I'm saving it here so if her damn email add stops working up, I can always resend.