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Friday, May 22, 2009
When I Fell Down
Today I was SO sick of the prefects going on and on about the Prefect's Camp. Yadda yadda yadda. Bla bla bla. Tents. Pail. Scoop. Color. Performance.

Sickening.

I was roped in (me, a commoner) to help Amanda's group to figure a cheer and all. Deatils confidential, but I was glad to be able to donate my intellect and creativity. Haha. Not. Sure that everyone will peng when they hear what I came up for them.

Another reason I boycott Prefect's Camp: There's JV Sushi Making tomorrow and only me and Grace will be there to chair it. I have no idea how to be organised or what to talk about during meetings. I have no idea what Amy them had to say last year.

Gold Coast is flooded. I really hope I can get to go and this swine flu thing will just blow over. Pn. Kong might be getting the new case anytime soon.

Anyway, I got scolded by Sharon this morning. As usual. And we were friends again. As usual. So we were at Choral Speaking. I stripped to change. As you all know and may be freaked ou tby, I am so not a prude. I believe in changing and stripping in front of everyone. No hiding, no toilets, no covering. Because well, everyone has the same goods over at St. Teresa. So why do I care? Haha.

So I was changing and all, then Sharon said "Are you wearing red underwear?"

Me: "Yea, why?"
Her: "Aren't you supposed to wear red underwear only when you get married?"
Jess and Shelly comes by and says: "Yealo, we don't have red underwear also ba".
Me: "Ummm..ok".

So tired now. Just come back from the hellhole that is PBK.

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