this is a late post. but internet hasnt been working well and my finished post got deleted over and over again so it's harder each time to pick up and restart.

anyway, I just want to say that I was so happy on Friday!!! cos WE WON THE BEST DRESSED CT!!!! yay^^

i think the guys in my class are really really nice lor. i mean, i really understand that it takes a lot of courage for a guy to wear sarung for one whole day and walk around in the school in it. even though it is ethnic costume and all, the way they wear it it looks more like skirts. plus they have to put up with all the walking in small steps and sitting down properly in it.

so they were very nice!!! without them we wouldnt have made such a big impact. haha.

Racial Harmony Day

I'm so happy and hyper today. Cos my class is great. and my classmates are even greater. (pardon me for the wrong english usage)

they sliced me open with a knife and left me bleeding on my own. surprisingly i healed. at a pretty fast rate too. even though underneath my skin it still hurts but i try not to show it or rub at my scar that often.

i thought that that was the worst. but i was wrong.

just as i thought that i had fully recovered, they sliced me again, and on the exact same spot. Worse, the cut is deeper than the previous one, and you even poked at my most painful point. i try to think that you arent deliberate, but i hoped that you would just leave me alone. dont try to put in fake comforting words that dont sound sincere in the tiniest bit. sometimes i just need a quiet corner to tend to my wounds, and the last thing i need is to expose myself under the broad sun and wait to be eaten up by all of you.

i know that the worst is yet to come. i try to prepare myself beforehand and wait for the storm.

after this time, i hope that i will grow stronger. not just mentally, i have had enough of it already. i mean literally, physically. cos if there is one thing that i have learnt from all these battles, it is that only the strongest will survive. and sometimes, there just isnt any place for number 2s. be number 1 and look down at the rest, or be number 2 and bear the trauma that is worse than being a nobody.

I want a boyfriend

I want a boyfriend.
so that I can vent all my frustrations on him and cry and punch him because I'm freaking out now. It's 8.48pm on Monday night and I still cant finish my EoM and zuowen. And all those tutorials that I promised myself I would do.

I want to boyfriend because then I would realise how nice guys are. Im sorry to say it but I have a really really bad impression of the opposite sex now, thanks to my schoolmates. Some of them are gentlemen, and the rest are just childish imps who are big show-offs at the same time. I want more of the gentlemen kind.

Most importantly, they are good because then I can have someone to lean on (comfortably) and not on poor Jenn's shoulders everytime. I think she's going to grow shorter by the end of JC2.

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ok, the above is random. they do not reflect my real feelings.