Guess what?

I freakin' went to SPH on Friday and I saw the photographer.

The freakin' Chongqing photographer from two years ago.

Like whatever man, Joey.
Yea, I would so much prefer to sit in Math class on a sultry Friday afternoon staring at Rainone rather than at some freakin' photographer.
Like seriously.

Pffft.

Go away!

Are you a happy girl?
(Ponders) Erm... Yea I guess I am.
I bet there are loads of unhappy girls in this school.
(I know, right?

-says Brother Mike

(No, I do not need counselling.)

...with a positive attitude.

-says Mr. Wong

Reflections made it.
Always, the reflections.

Why must I start loving you only at the end?
Why must I start loving you only when it's time to go?
Why must I start loving you only when the next moment it's time to miss you?
I'm sorry I didn't have time to interact with my group.
I would really like to spend more time with them.
(& I'm sorry I spent half my life sleeping.)

Camp, changed my perception of the Grade 9s.
They weren't as horrible as I thought they would be.
But I sincerely yearn for more time, 'cause I'm starting to love them.
(Some, not all.)

Camp started Friday, 13:45. Not so the big bang as I hoped it would be.
Basically stoning during Wacko, and so did half of the Facils.

Night, fun started.
Signature Hunt.
Made students do forfeits for the fun of it.
Pointless, but, I do not look 1.52, really.
Friggin' fun when we switched off all the lights in the hall and I started making spooky sounds into the mike to scare John and Ricaldo.
(Mwahahaha!)
The Seventh Month Hungry Ghost Festival.
( :D! )

Night, dodgeball.
(Was the sex.)
No, not the dodgeball game.
But what happened when I when to the toilet.
Came out of the toilet at the hall, feeling excited about Murder in the Dark.
(Lalala!)
Behind me, the toilet was making funny sounds.
Probably one of the cisterns acting weird. Oh well, whatev -
No wait! That sounds familiar, like, breathing. Heavy breathing, very heavy breathing -
SHIT!
I turned around and screamed.
An inchoate black figure. Very black, from top to toe. Abnormally tall. Couldn't make out the face, except a startling white mask, with hollow eyes. Putting his finger to his lips, signalling silence -
(Freak! Ivor Tan. Roar.)

I have never been so scared in my life okay! My heart was pumping so fast, and I seriously thought some freaking murderer was on the loose. He resembled so much like the character in Scream, plus, he is freakingly tall. Grrr, the next moment I plopped myself on the floor, trying to calm my furiously thumping heartbeat.
(Gosh, what the hell.)

Murder in the Dark!
Louisa, stabbed.
Sa, dead in the lift.
Someone, drowned.
Iain, electrocuted.
Someone, poisoned.
John, hanged.
Menon, intestines out of his body.
(Crocodile meat splatteered with blood. It was gruesome.)

Morning, night duty.
Had to wake up at 0400. But I slept at 0330. Roar.
Jessica had to wake me up, but I was sleeping like a pig.
But bent on my theory that: My Duty at Night is to Sleep.
I dragged my sleeping bag to Level 2. Slept at the corridor, beside the water cooler.
Floor was hard, but I would have been conked out, if Rowland and Sien did not interrupt my sleep.
(Wth.)
First time, woke up to my head in the most obscene position, Sien was performing his night ritual, don't ask. Bet he does that in hostel every night. Huh.
Second time, woke up to see Rowland's butt right in my face. (He claimed he wanted to fart in my face.)
(Guys!)
Some people were sleeping, like everywhere.
First saw John sleeping with his head on the table in Secretariat.
Next, he was sleeping on the floor.
Somehow, he ended up on the level 2 table outside the centre.
This was the most inorganized sleeping arrangement I have ever seen.

Saturday morning, don't ask. Slept like a pig.

Games.

Reflections at night.

ILY.

"But just a very simple advice for you, my dear. Be careful about the people around you. Very very careful about the people that are close to you. Who knows? There are a lot of back stabbers. I won't say another word about this issue."

Didn't know what it meant. But now I do. You won't guess who this came from. For all you know, it may be from someone closest to you referring to you.

" I don't hate you all.
but I don't love you like I did yesterday."

- Matthew

Same sentiments.

For you, you, you and me.
You, you, you and me are all guitly.

Go away.
Okay, no, I don't care if you do or do not.

Good luck.

1. What is the relationship of you with him/her?
We are RDA partners! Besides that, he's a retarded boob.

2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her?
a) Amusing
b) To the extent that he's retarded! ( :D )
c) Fun
d) Not very nice,
e) But he rocks!

3. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?
Let me see... Hmm... Erm... Ehh... Nothing! ( :P )

4. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?
You rock!

5. If he/she becomes your lover, you will
make sure it doesn't happen because I do not need a retarded boob as my other half!

6. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will
make sure it doesn't happen too.

7. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on 
Pffft. He can't be my lover. Roar!

8. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is
He can't stop BM-ing me. Roar!

9. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?
Tell me that my taste rocks. ( Pffft, told you he isn't very nice. )

10. The overall impression of him/her is 
Weird freak! 

11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
You can go figure.

12. The character for you for yourself is? 
( Scroll down to the previous quiz. ) 

13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?
( Scroll down to the previous quiz. ) 

14. The most ideal person you want to be is?
( Scroll down to the previous quiz. )

15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them.
( :D ! )