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♡ Everyone keeps watching me as I descend.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010, 9:24 PM
The day was unexplainably exhausting.
A bunch of secondary ones. They can totally make me die young, I swearrrrrrrrrrr. I had myself down under the sun for the entire 3 hours or so for the Amazing Race thingy. Imagine, wearing a uniform with a tie tied around your neck, not eating since morning, nor drink, shouting here, shouting there, I can seriously faint.

Lol, at Nicholas for his "are you okay fina?" gesture. Hhah, what was that for?

So practically after 12, I was already vey vey vey(Sacha's short form) tired and just let off the secondary one by asking them just the question I needed to ask them and nothing much of extreme as before.

I WAS DANG DARN PISSED WITH THE SEC 2, when I was doing the PE admin before recess. Making things hard for me and Alicia? Yea, very so so much.
HEHE, I gave a very useful lecture to one of the secondary one team for loosing their station slips. Feel so, useful? For once. Hhah. True right yes.

After everything we still had to wait for secondary one orientation rehearsal run-through for tomorrow's. I really had to convey my greatest biggest apology cause I totally went off-pitch singing the piece just now. Sorry, Sheela, sorry choir. Sorry sorry sorry. It wasn't intentional. Honest. I had a bad bad bad stomach cramps. Besides, I was really really, to the extreme, restless. I couldn't keep my focus.
So everything ended much much earlier than what we've expected.

Reached home. I had a good 15minutes bath(/e) before hitting the sheets then to get my 2hour power sleep(as how Nicholas said it. What. I still don't get it.). Once I started walking after waking up, the world's like practically spinning and my stomach starts gurgling.
A day. Yes. A day. Tomorrow's worst. Full day. Okay, maybe inappropriate to use "worst" in this case. But, ohwell.
Kay, I'm gonna do my choir revision(simplified version) and packing of things and stuff.

Night, blov-vers.
Loads and loads of love.
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