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Written on: Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Time: 6:41 PM


MUSIC: With You - Chris Brown (Someone be nice and send it to me, much appreciated!)

Hello blogger! I missed you like heck. Not. I've been rather busy lately. With homework, revision, and basketball lately. The addiction to ball-ing after school is dying off, fantastic. Soon, I'll be down to pure studying. Ah well, nerd-ifying myself. Gah.

The Funeral
Went to Andre's place first to change and shower, before meeting ZongTai at West Plaza. Went up to Maha's unit at Pasir Ris at roughly 3.45pm, stood there with loads of people before the casket was brought down at 4pm. Most of 406 was there, along with a couple of teachers. Ah, feel sorry for her; super great loss. Hope she recuperates soon.

Life can be really fragile.

D&T
I'm 60% done with my artifact. Great news, eh? Spent close to 2 hours sanding, cutting and adhering those insanely minuscule acrylic pieces, before the Speech Day rehearsal yesterday. The disc sander spins like, ultra fast. I was thinking then, "Hm, what if I put my finger in it?" And, for real, I had to urge to try. My acrylic pieces didn't shriek in pain, why would I? Well, I managed to complete about 5-6 copies. Might upload pictures of it in the next few posts. I was super bored while sanding then. So, I turned on music. But the disc sander completely drowned out my good music while screeching like nobody's business. Then, Matthias popped by. We talked, and he got all high. (Ha, must be my presence.) He grabbed spare acrylic and started pushing it into the disc sander and laughed like some maniac. Well, that's spoonhead for you.

Speech Day Rehearsal
One word to describe this: Stupid. In 2 words, it'll be: Completely Stupid. Oh come on, is walking up stage, smiling, shaking hands, collecting prizes with two hands, standing in a line and synchronized bowing that difficult that it has to be rehearsed a million times? Wasted my time. Reached home at 7.15pm yesterday, completely drained.


Yes, can I help you?

Oh heck. I'm super sleepy. WHY! I'm off.