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HELLO I WILL UPDATE THIS THING SOON (:
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
EDIT: I just realised how much of a stupid insensitive retard I was. sorry.
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Grah I can't stay emo. Which is kind of a good thing.
The problem with words are that they are just... words. Empty, void of emotion. Saying one word in different tones can mean a hundred different meanings.
And that's why some times I hate msn. You have a misunderstanding, and wonder if you or the other party is the one having it. Yet you can't bring yourself to clarify. So you hope the other person didn't get the wrong meaning. And the thought hangs around, messing up your mind from the inside.
Today, I had a lot of mixed emotions in the morning. But my class is so wonderfully retarded that I can't stay emo/worried. I mean... softball in class? With a ball that splits in two everytime you hit it? With super funny comments from everyone? Damn. And today was especially hyper too.
I got quite pissed during CCT period though. So bloody noisy when theres CCT next door. I tried to block out the noise and ended up falling asleep in class, for the first time in a reallllyy long time.
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Hrm. Interviews are over! I was like grabbed to do interviews on Wedsday, without any prior knowledge. At least that gave me less time to get nervous.
Still, my hands were sweating like...
You know how Moses parted the Red Sea? Well he didn't part it actually, because simply moving all the water to one side would result in a huge sea level increase of about 4-6 meters, flooding low lying areas such as the bank he was standing on. So, all the water had to go somewhere. My hands were frigging indundated.
omgg I just had a weird thought about myself in fancy blue armor going all "Water Guardian, bringer of peace, transform!" and doing some fancy arm actions while the background goes all shimmery and a circle of glowing symbols form around me.
But anyway I digress. The interview had like 12ish people sitting in a arc, facing you in that tiny chair which does nothing to hide your nervousness, and the 12ish people, 4 of which teachers, are perched over notebooks and laptops and ask you questions pointedly, and scribble/type furiously everytime you answer.
The Sec 4s were damn bad lah, trying to force me to suan the other aspiring ACCALS, Dhivian especially, since I said he would be a good candinate for ACCALship if I didn't get it. So yay for the upright and steadfast me! I didn't talk bad about any one, which kinda made me sound like I sucked compared to Dhivian but at least Mr Chong said I was "honest".
Which, let's face it, is just a nice way of saying "have nothing else good to say about yourself, and isn't smart enough to crap out something."
So. Fingers crossed, toes not crossed because they'll cramp, good luck to me, but may the best ACCAL win!
7:05 PM
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