CCA exhibition.
I like the fact that I'm especially smudgy. I smudge, but I don't break.
Let's see...ah. Miss Alana Khoo. Dang, she pumped me for no reason!
Today was chem SPA. I brought my chem SPA book, as instructed. But I lent it to the 4-5 people to photocopy, because they had a mind lapse and forgot all about it.
I should be lauded for being so considerate right?
I should be getting prizes like 'CH Gentleman of the term' (though this prize award system is cock, and has since been thrown away), right?
But NO. I didn't get to go up stages to collect prizes. All I got to do was push-ups. I think she PMS, but never mind. She seemed so much happier after pumping us. Ok lor. I did something good, cheering her up with push-ups.
Then we had the CCA exhibition. I brought my fucking bow, and it got ravaged. I'm just glad it somehow managed to remain unbroken. It must be my spirit. But other than that, I found that we have around 800 Sec1s. Add up all the signatures and names by other CCAs and we have around 800. I'm not exactly sure because my maths is prone to fail.
I somehow managed to remain happy this whole Friday, and am happy to remain this way until 12AM when I signed in.
Never mind. I have no mood to write, but I should be ok tomorrow. After all, 'The Final Countdown' simply brings me to a high, and that is certainly much better than cutting or suicide-ing, or just crying.
I don't want to go for the camp FEAST.
I regret. Never mind. I'm tired. Short update. I think I can remain sounding normal, because the only thing I know how to fake is my mood. Muahaha.
And at this junction I should add in a smiley, just to confuse you readers.
(:
-- 1/12/2008 12:27:00 AM
