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Friday, July 20, 2007

20th July
The flour war today was fun, celebrating the July babies.. But i bet that cleaning up was the worse, but it's worthwhile afterall huh.. But one thing for sure that doesnt go according to my expectation of plan is that, Mr Sim had to buy another dark blue shirt just for PTD.. That was due to the fact that the pinkkie shirt was partially stained by the sticky wet-flour that dropped off his hair and onto the shirt.. What a pity that no one captured Mr Sim wearing that pink shirt.. Aww! But in overall, felt quite guilty that Mr Sim had to buy a shirt just because of our playful celebrations..

I dont really wanna be involved in a birthday celebration that is especially celebrating my birthday.. Just doesnt like the awkwardness.. So yeah.. May skip it if i have the chance to.. =|

PTD today.. Suppose to be Amy's duty, i did it in her place.. Had my first serving at 8.15pm, which i'm already severely tired out by not eating before that.. After everything, was "friggin" tired, and i really do mean it.. Dragging myself back home, with the heavy bag and a pair of legs which i dont even feel like it's mine anymore.. Reached home at about 10pm, and tomorrow's the leadership programme, and sunday is PW meeting.. I'm really tired.. Zzz! On my way home from school, i was soo soo soo tired that i had the intention of just sitting down in the midst of the carpark infront of my house to rest my legs.. So tired to even open the door, felt like asking my mum or brother to open the door for me, but apparently there's no one.. Then now, everything seems so quiet in my house, felt quite lonely..

Going crazy at...
Friday, July 20, 2007