Wednesday, January 13, 2010, ϟ 0 shout(s)
It's funny how I remembered CJC's open house last year:
I remember getting the goody bag,
squealing in delight because there freaking is a can of lucido-l hair wax in it,
went to Interact Club's booth (yes, I know),
got their souvenir of a tealight,
experienced the hype and warmth of the school,
got lured into the PAC by a teacher,
sat through the wonderful performances,
sat through BroPaul's speech and thought him rather scary,
awed by the entrance toilet,
awed by the freaking pretty library, and
thinking that I'll never get into this school because the uniform sucks.
They say first impressions matter, but are never accurate.
Life still rock.
I'm wasting so much precious time now.
My new goal is to switch on the lappy only once a week. Damn.
My anti-poker oath is progressing rather smoothly...
until I saw the Ace of Spades Tshirt at FarEast with Janey, Chanel & Cindy today.
DAMN.
Next week will be the week where I shall think of nothing but books. And it must stay that way through the whole year. It will.
I feeling so low and horrid now after reading Janey's pessimistic post. Help.
Shutup. Getout. Loveya.
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