ViSiTiNG ThE OLd FolKS HomE

Apparently, my class combined with a lower 6th form class in my school went to visit the old folks home last Tuesday. We went there during EST (crap, cwot... but nice teacher class) but it was an activity for our English class...

It was an eye-opener for some of us... Well, mostly girls. Reason?

My bunch of girlfriends were talking to an oldfolk-
Girl 1: How long have you been living here?
Oldfolk: Since 1970.. I'm like almost 90 years old now...
Girl 2: WOW!!! THAT long? Why did you came here anyway?
Oldfolk: I have no family, I am feeble, I have nothing...
Girl 3: So it must be really nice to live in a place like this, huh?
Oldfolk: NICE??? You call THAT nice??? They hit us with their slippers whenever we refuse to do work!!! How d'ya expect and oldie to work!!!
Girl 1: OMG... I MUST get married when i grow up!!!
Girl 2: Yeah, I better get married after I finish Form 5!
Girl 3: Gosh, count me in!!! I better get married NOW...
** And they all left the place tearry-eyed, sobbing and creating more moist to the already sardine packed ancient school van...

Well... so the saying goes that we should listen to our elders... Almost all the girls in my class are now boyfriend hunting... Nah, just kidding but there's like already 4, I repeat, F-O-U-R pairs of couples in a class where all nerds and people who works their arses off to get into uni. Pretty impressive huh?

Okay... this is a such a boring post... But I'm just wheally tired cramming infos for my finals which is next week. Not what I'll usually do, but I have to constantly remind myself that I slept through my whole Form 4 and never attented a single tuition lesson before... I'm like asking to be burried alive.... *sighs* Life.......... can't it just get easier???