My Con4 Camp Experience: A letter to the YC

Hey guys! I feel the need to share my POV! (point-of-view.) Since I'm one of the two teens in the YC that were also part of the teens in the camp. (Erm.. did that make sense? I seem to make no sense with my words sometimes.. btw.. what does Y-CIA or YC CIA stand for?)

Anyway, I honestly felt really indifferent towards camp. This was mainly because I don't exactly like the Saturday teachers and Andrew and Manny kept stressing that the YC could only help out and not organise the camp and i didn't know to what extent the helping out would be and whether camp would be fun or just like the YISS sessions.. well, you get my point.So yeah.. the period of which we were on the bus almost reaching Choice Retreat Centre, Steph (i THINK..) said 'We're gonna give you guys numbers now so remember them.' and i was thinking 'oh crap.' So fantastically smart us decided to split ourselves with the other clique so they would HOPEFULLY number us in the same group. of course who knew there were supposed to be 14 groups. (at point.. i kinda wonder why since there were like.. 60 of us only.)

And when in the lunchroom, the only reason why it was hard for you guys to get us settled was because EVERYONE was trying to find a way to exchange numbers.. group numbers.. not handphone ones... (there! i admitted it! i was in a way, guilty as well. ): ) Okay, here's the reason why. (if you haven't guessed yet.) The Sunday girls (yes, nat, belle and i included.. surprise surprise.) are the loud, opinionated 'TOO-DAMN-enthu' group. The Saturday girls are the KC, bimbo, boy-crazy ones. And the boys.. well, i don't really know what their problem is.. maybe they don't have one. So we (the girls, mostly) were afraid of mixing. It was like mixing pepper with ice-cream. Dangerous.

So anyway, in the end, the groups were still all confused up. (I promise that I was really trying to be cooperative because I saw how Sharon and Steph were very upset and I felt truly bad.) And I was in the group with Sam Chan and a couple of the saturday girls. We were supposed to be grouped up with the saturday boys but they ran off somewhere. Lunch I feared. I somewhat knew Amelia (manny's cousin) from Camp Incredible, but still...Anyway, it turned out much better than I expected. our group really clicked, even breaking out into laughter which was NOT what i expected. I even somewhat found cleaning up fun because we ALL did the dishes together and were quite icked at the digusting oily dishes in the sink.

OKAY, moving on... the first session was quite alright. The songs got stuck in my head for a while and we kept singing 'I am a C' in the shower. The group sharing was alright too.. my group shared quite a bit.. there were awkward moments of silence but it was short and few, thankfully.The adoration of the Lord was the best part. I don't know why, but I love that feeling when Jesus seems to be smiling at you and his presence just seems so obviously there. Okay, I know why. Anyway, I remember the time I experienced that in Camp Incredible, I cried. This time, I just felt very peaceful. And a little happy. (but not so much so like Liana.) We ended off playing games with the boys. The only reason that happened was because we got to know them more in our groups, so actually, it was Steph and Sharon who kinda gave that little push. (clap clap clap.)

It was really fun hitting people and screaming names. You should try it. And we ended the day off feeling really happy and not a bit regretting our decision to come here.

The second day was much better, as you guys have mentioned. I think we really settled down both in camp and in our groups. The session felt less draggy and more interactive, the people felt more easy-going and less 'emo-like'. The session after lunch, when Francis started to talk about our parents, it was really intense for some people. I remember feeling quite happy about my parents, and couldn't really grasp that others did not feel the same way. When alot of people started crying, I started to wonder if I was lacking something.. (kinda like Francis yearning for that holy spirit feeling.)

Anyway, the praying over made those troubles slip away and I felt peaceful again. Just before we were supposed to get ready for mass, the whacko group (i mean the game.. not the characteristic) found someone's itinerary paper.(Trust me, I felt really bad because Manny had said we were not supposed to look at it when we had asked him before.) So that's why a lot of people weren't surprised when our parents showed up.

After mass and all that, francis made us build the bridge over the sunday, saturday nonsense. I went over to some quiet girls in the saturday class that i merely exchanged pleasantries with before. Then, Pete kinda knocked some sense into us. Which i felt was totally true AND needed. I mean, some of the girls were still reluctant to move and even though I felt quite upset that they were being too stubborn, I guess in a way, I still have that prejudice in me. (A built-up feeling of 3 years takes more than 3 days to brush away, sorry.)

After all, I guess we're all still his children. And even though things might stay the way it was before camp, camp would never be forgotten.I think i may have kinda went overboard there with all them words.. So i shall sum it up. EVERYONE will totally agree with me when I say that no one regrets the YC helping out. (the extent of which is about maybe 80 to 90%?) I guess even though I've been with the YC for like.. less then 2 months, I thought I had seen all there was to see about the group.

But when I saw Aloy kinda getting mad on the first day then telling us we were the best group he facil-ed in a while, and when I saw Steph and Sharon for the first time getting stressed up and STILL persevered on with helping us, and Pete's speech that had everyone feeling super ashamed of themselves (yours truly, included.) I guess I know now that there's more to the YC. I SO don't regret joining super too early. and I SOO hope there's more to come.

You've been Whacko-ed by,
Steph Michelle.

BACK not for good.

I know, I know.. i haven't posted in a VERY long time. Like, extremely. Thing is, I was too lazy.. plus.. it's quite annoying sometimes to write things on a computer.. OKAY, i was just lazy.


Anyway, the best thing happening so far was Confirmation camp.. of which i shall post my email to the YC later. Right now, it's rant time.

Honestly, my stomach is aching, and it's not because of the prata i had for lunch. Someone (let's call her K) told me something today that I just ran through in the shower and thoroughly processed. Result: Conufsion spreading through my entire body like wildfire.

Truth to be told, I wanted to talk to someone about this.. but my options were clearly limited, and option number 1, joan, was not yet back home. Other options seemed too.. I don't know how to describe it.. not enough? not understanding enough? I really didn't know who to talk to.. so i decided to put it on my blog. Okay.. NOT the best decision in my life, but i've made worse.

Anyway, since it's going international, i'm thinking I have to be VERY vague, which in my case is NOT the best solution because my insides are figuratively rotting and DYING from upset.

So here's the BIG question: What if things change? What if somethings happen and everyone just moves away from each other? I thought this was the best time of my life, but clearly, it's not going very well, as planned. I mean, I JUST figured out the WHOLE scheme of things recently after MUCH thought and planning, and then THIS happens?? What the HELL am i? A DRAMA case??

I really hate this. Truly and honestly. Thing is, I don't blame her. But she just messed up something in my life. She practically took my guts, pulled them out and starting grinding them into little pieces. She didn't mean it, trust me. But I can't help what I feel.

What can I do now? I really didn't know how to react at first. What was I supposed to do.. What COULD i say that would seem to console the both of us? I didn't do much. And even though I forgot the most part somewhat during the day, it came squiggling its stupid way back into my head. And TADAH!

Right now? I feel so confused. Utterly and desperately with some dumb cherry on the top. My mind is a muddle, I feel EXTREMELY lousy, and I want to cry.

But I can't, because I have tuition in an hour and I don't want my NEW teacher thinking I'm an idiot for puffy eyes and a blocked nose.

I can't concentrate on anymore, I can't take it for now. I REALLY need someone to talk to.

My heart is full of mixed emotions, I feel so sick I could throw up.

Why is this affecting me so much?

How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on my O'levels with this stupid thing twirling its way through my system?

WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME??!! I will always hate you for that.

STICK MAN

I was playing Stick RPG this morning.. it's a game where you control the life of a ,well, stick man. Especially in areas of Intelligence, Strength and Charm. Don't belittle my net worth.. I earned it in 76 days... Yes, the top states 'long game: 100 days' but I died early. The cause? A barfight. Because I kept winning the fights, i wanted a closer fight.. I got that wish; he won.

Anyway I posted this cuz it's cool.. In less than a 100 days, I was able to become CEO (the highest post in the cooperation.), rob the bank with ease (most of the time.) and beat up many guys.. some stronger than me..

Hehe.. Or maybe I was just looking for a topic to post on. Anyway, if you think you can beat me, be my guest: http://addictinggames.com/stickrpg.html

So, how was your Chinese New Year, so far? My 'intake' increased because my father kept emphasising that it was my birthday. Haha.. that was funny.

Going to Gordon's house today for YC gathering.. can't wait!

Singing a song, the music that you like.

It's two days to my birthday! Actually, the event of the year (for yours truly) already passed successfully, and I would like to thank all those that came. (:

I also wanna thank you guys for all your gifts, cuz they rock. (:

Basically, this was what happened (to the best of my recollection)

Dione and Jessie came over after band and hung around for a bit. We ate a light lunch (I think..) and they did the online tests. Nat came at 4 on the dot. (I was a little surprised..) followed by Russell Peh (the little rascal.) my darling juniors (Arra, Vanessa, Charmain and Thahira) and Mel (my loyal fan and section helper.), and then Anne. (the spastic darling.)

After that we brought all the food down and I forced them to mingle. MWAHAHA. (of course, after a while, that didn't work.) I think Russell can blend in very well, though, because he is so cute sometimes. hehe.

Joan came after that, then Belle and Elaina... (I'm not sure of the order.. that's rusty.) then Claire, Kris, Deannie, and the Rachels. After that we ate! (Actually, they were ALL waiting for the satay. Darn them.)

Russell went swimming in his underwear! My gosh.. Mel and gang were a little horrified.. We sang thahira's 'Doh, I drank a pint of beer' shirt song in canon... Mel went to aligned snails (!!!).. Atara was created! (My darling Arrara) Russell almost cried because we bullied him and so on.

When I finally was able to get my dinner, it was interrupted by a chain of calls. Everytime a bite barely made it into my mouth, 'Built to Last' by Melee played. Sharan came, then Ping, then Joshua.

They played screaming bridge and hide-and-seek. I played a couple of games and practically went everywhere to make sure everyone felt happy and satisfied. The funniest incident was went Ping went swinging sideways, almost colliding into Dione. Sure, they didn't find it funny, but I was laughing my guts out.

Deannie thought Joshua's name was George (I don't know why..).. We threw Belle's slipper into the pool (which went unnoticed by her even when it was in front of her face.) I went screaming at the boys when they continued to play soccer after I warned them not to, My party suddenly turned into cliques.. (The band-ers, the Crazy bridge people, and the church friends plus dione and elaina..) Belle and Elaina went missing during hide-and-seek (I KNOW they're suppose to do that, but when the seekers don't seem to care anymore, something's wrong..) I didn't get to eat my mum's dessert, (OR my own birthday cake, for that matter.) and Mel and Ping sprayed party ribbons at me which sent me screaming like a crazy person.

Anyway, after the main festivities died down, they slowly went home, one by one.. Mel and Ping kissed my sweaty cheeks! Hehe.. And then Arrara followed!! Haha!

After that, Anne, Belle, Dione, Joan, Joshua and I were left to wait for the YC. And then, Dione left. We waited, and waited... (and waited.) and FINALLY, they arrived. Andrew is such a funny guy! This was the convo we had on the phone..

Andrew: Are you guys upstairs already?
Me: No. We're at the BBQ Pit.
Andrew: Ok.
[Pause]
Me: Do you know where the pit is?
Andrew: No.
Me: Oh, it's near the pool.
Andrew: Okay.
[Pause, again.]
Me: Do you know where the pool is?
Andrew: No.
Me: Go ask the guard.
Andrew: Okay.

Hehe. Anyway, the people who came are as follows..: Andrew, Carisia, Russell Chiam, Aaron, Steph, Bridget, Nat, Manny, Steven, Peter, Sharon... I THINK that was it.. I REALLY can't remember.. So sorry if i left someone's name out!!

So yeah... they got me my best boyfriends; Ben and Jerry's. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough!!! And Chocolate Fudge Brownie.. But I like the Cookie Dough more.. Joan liked the Fudge, so she ate most of it. We were complaining about our catechism classes and teachers.. (If you wanna know more go to the con class blog.) and playing Daidi! I rule, of course. Mwahaha. Andrew kept ending up as the Asshole.. but I helped him and he managed to wrangle a role as a commoner in the end! Whoo! Sharon plays really big.. (So do I lah.) and Manny complains that I can't count. (because I always put at least 5 cars higher than the previous one.) I still think Peter's so much fun to poke fun at.. When I asked him how old Andrew was, he replied something that sounded like '20 years younger..' (U know.. all the Lin siblings seem to talk real softly sometimes..) So I told him that either he was 48 or Andrew was 5. So he said 'Yeah, I'm 48.'

Anyway, I still think that my brothers are really immature.. they still act like little boys around me, anyway.. Like, I feel like I'm the older sister around...

Okay! That's about it for my party! Now that my computer's on the fritz again, and I need to get my snooze on, I shall say Au Revoire! Happy Chinese New Year everyone!

Sun's going down.

It looks like I'll be blogging even less now.. but not before I TRY to give a special post on my birthday party. Before that happens, I would like to say something: To all those who know about the party but failed to get invited, I am truly sorry. I guess I'm feeling really bad now because I generally hate not pleasing all people. The reasons I didn't invite many range from awkwardness, fear of people being left out, too many people, et cetera. So, if it's YOU, you probably fall into one of the above catergories.

I have tried studying again.. I'm guessing it's okay, but I NEED to try much harder.

Let's just say, I hope I don't fall over after receiving this term's results, they might be fatal.

Cheers to all and have a happy chinese new year! (In the event I fail to post anymore.)

Happy 150+ th post! I have kept this blog sane for over 3 years, with long periods of heavy silence in between. (:

Your journey's been etched on your skin.

I have been doing the time-wasting, tiring, bang-my-head-on-the-keyboard-and-stab-me irritating CNA video these few days.. Using the main computer isn't that bad..

Anyway, I was watching Tv yesterday when it hit me. It was the weekend. Just a few days ago, I was posting about the week.. and it's the weekend. So how fast time flies? And my O's are in 9 months. Which means THERE'S NO TIME. NONE. ZILCH. ZERO. NEGATORY. And 'oh crap, I'm gonna fail my O's' can be heard from the far ends of the artic ocean. But I can't bring myself to study. I just can't. Even if I turn off all working system networks, lock the door of my bedroom, install perfect lighting (which I still lack, by the by.) and strap myself to the chair with History, Math and Science books strewn all over in front of me, I just won't STUDY! Believe me, it's not like I've not tried. I have, many times, in fact. A few minutes in front of the desk and I find something else to occupy my time.. A game of solitaire with ACTUAL cards, my rubik's.. or just fiddling with just about anything. Bloody hell, I am a mess.

So how do I actually find motivation? Till now, I still don't know. Which explains my lack of good grades. I really think I should consider other alternative career routes. After all, it looks like I can't survive another few months of studying intently.. what's more a few years?

Oh, help me, big guy up there!

If I woke up next to you.

A love like ours is love that's hard to find.

I felt oddly sick today. Like, when I tried miserably to trudge up the stairs, all I could feel was the nagging pain in my stomach and chest. Anyway, I took the Chinese CA during recess and went home after that.





I haven't felt that sort of calmness yesterday. I just stared at the open sea, the wind blowing strongly and my already-mused hair flying all about. It was like God was trying to tell me it was okay. To just relax, because all would be alright. I wanted to cry. I wanted to stay there forever. I wanted to grab the moment and lock it in place, forever reminescing about it. I wanted to continue taking pictures with all those people, because for once in a very long time, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. Not flitting from clique to clique, going wherever they were kind enough to accept me. I even went so far as to start laughing again. It's now when I think about it, that I realise that I haven't laughed like that in school (or with fellow school-mates, rather) in so long.. Was I really being outcasted for so long? It didn't seem like it. When I was with Dione and the rest, there seem to be only serious conversation. Even the not-so-serious conversations seemed too draggy to actually be taken lightly. I wasn't myself, I realise now. I mean, my real self. The idiot that gets high very easily and launches into a series of bad jokes that causes laughter because it is just too bad to not be laughed at. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Dione. But I need her more in situations where I become too overwhelming for my own self to handle. Because I guess, she's really good at being frank and dousing me with cold water to wash my dillusioned eyes. But I'm guessing the real reason I've been so moody later is because there's been no outlet for my crazy side.





That statement alone sounds pretty crazy, I can tell you that. I wish I was on that boat again, relishing in my life, because although it stinks shit sometimes, it really ain't half bad.





Thank you, Lord.





(In Memory of Heath Ledger, 28. Died on the 22th of January, 2008. May he find eternal peace at last.)

With all of this.. and then there's that.

Okay.. so I've been a little slow on the updating.. doesn't mean I'm closing the blog down... although it doesn't mean I've been studying constantly.. Exhibit A.

Anyway, I shd've been in bed about.. an hour ago. At 9pm. Because I'm running an experiment on why I keep feeling so drained during lessons.

However.. it's 10pm. And I'm not even that tired..

Tweaked the blog a little.. I think the picture's cool.. could be a little smaller.. but I'm not really complaining.. anyway, I can't be bothered.. I tried uploading another skin, but apparently, there was something wrong with it.

So, here's the week in general..

Basically, it was another day, another topic, another lesson, another bang-my-head-and-shoot-me cycle. Only, I was horribly sick. Well.. not that sick.. but sick enough to annoy people with my coughing.. (I say this because I annoyed myself as well.)

There was 4 straight days of band: (which probably contributed to the above mentioned chain of hacking.) Wednesday was the usual few hours.. Thursday was the Assembly performance, Friday was another practice (quite slack for some people.. an exercise period for me.) and Saturday was CCA promotion day.. (played for 5 hours straight.. My shoulders threatened to drop off me. ) Hated running to the front to play. I mean, it's during my favourite part no less! Why can't I play that part and, I dunno... just stand instead? ):

Anyway, that got over and done with. Had my first YC Pray Meet.. not much people actually.. We did Christian Unity Week.. had to talk about the obstacles.. my brain failed to coordinate with my mouth that day and I ended up sprouting alot of nonsense.. Oh, the agony!

Catechism started the next day! That deserves an exclaimation mark because I finally saw Nat and Sam after so long! I missed them so much!! Nothing much.. Nat whined about not being in the YC.. (which brings me back to the incident in BK where she nearly bit my head off when I sort-of-accidentally-by-mistake told her we had joined without her. Well.. actually.. I said 'We joined the YC!' and saw my life flashing past my eyes at the next moment.)

Didn't go for mass with them.. instead, Dean, Sha and Claire came over..

We played around, gossiping about PAO (if Claire remembers.) and other stuff.. Deannie was so hilarious! I swear, she has mood swings!

We went through the videos.. and realised that my footage was gone. Like, 'Poof! Where the bloody hell did it go??!' gone. All that was left was our ending.. which isn't very helpful, really.. and some shots of the stadium.. again, not helpful.

So we were complaining to Mr. Zee.. and bullying Claire.. and all that.

It's really beddy-time now.. half an hour has passed since I started.. (I blog and do other stuff and the same time, mind you.) And hence, I bid whoever still bothers to read this, a goodnight.

Your love is bringing me higher.

Wow, almost a week since the last update. It shows that I'm making an effort not to turn on the laptop at any given opportunity.

Anyway, The last week has been rather mundane. Nothing much to blog about.. The stupid Beijing project that will cost me much needed time needs to be done by Friday.

And I found out that Ms Lee isn't bad at teaching A Math.

My new seat with Nuz, Nic and Yi ying is great! I'm really paying attention and only laughing when appropriate.. (MOST of the time.) Of course, these things need time to change.

Anne got a Rubik's cube today. Well, she brought it to church, rather. And I was painstakingly tyring to teach her how to solve it. We managed to reach the last 2 steps, but belle forbid us to continue.

Joan was impressed when I solved the cube during homily. (Oops.) and then she messed up Anne's which earned her the 'eye-roll'.

Belle spied Peter sleeping during the homily! After mass, we saw him at Sea Ave. and I went "Hey Peter! How was the homily- *closes eyes and snores*" To which he violently defended himself as falling asleep AFTER the homily. He is a laugh!

The YC meeting was hmm.. half-dreary, half-productive. I mean, it was totally productive, but I couldn't help but zone out every time a little speech was presented. Hence, for me, 50-50.

We were complaining about the politics among our confirmation cohort's level teachers to Nana and Sharon. I wanted to blog about that today, but that'll probably be next week's topic as class restarts for the last year (for moi.)

Only 5 months to confirmation. I'm really scared that the talkatives will be separated after that. I mean, right now, during the hols, we barely see Nat and Sam already. We can still meet up for mass, but after that? The future is terribly unpredictable.

Hopefully, Nat, Joan and Anne will join the YC/YF like they want to, and Tia stays in church.

I've known them so long, it will be hard to let go.

If you leave me now, you take away the very heart of me.

I was clueless. Well, not really.. The truth was there, just not for me to go exploring with. And I had thought that everything was fine.

And then the big blow came this morning. I was really having a normal, not-much-feeling-to-begin-with day, this blew my guts down to smithereens.

I mean, with the whole shenanegan happening last year, I thought it would smooth over by now.. Guess not.

Dione is right, I should concentrate on my studies and not care anymore. After all, I'm doing my O'levels for me, not they. But everyone's life should be filled with balance right? Not all study! And how the hell am I supposed to concentrate when I know somewhere, people are shooting daggers at me because I apparently say a little too much.

You know what? I give up. I don't care anymore. I'll just become the next talking point in class. The one where everyone goes "OMG, there she is! Better not get her in my group leh.. Aiyoh." Sigh.. Why is it the only people truly accepting me for who I am are friends I made 10 years ago? Am I really that destined to live my life shunned away from girls because they are way too sensitive for MY sarcasm?

Well, screw me for not being a boy, huh. My brothers are so much more worse than me and they can make friends lasting lifetimes. Why can't I??

As the song goes, High school's a bitch.

Cause it hurts me so just to see you

Anyway, the first week of school has passed by without much incident. Most of it was sleepy sleepy... I can't believe I'm in Sec 4 already.. how fast does time want to fly?

Anyway, I aim to be really dilligent this year.. but the obstacles in my way include a very vaguely-understandable A math teacher, my inability to get use to the 7 hour school days and the 8 hour sleep nights, a new meaning of 'cannot concentrate', and of course, the fact that I can't study. Which last year's finals proved.

Anyway, I have a new seat, and hopefully, it will help me in achieving my goal, which inevitably will lead to a hopeful scholarship overseas to get a degree in research in neuropsychology.

Right now, the 10/11pm bedtime clock embedded in my system for the school year seems to be experiencing life again. That means I am feeling very bleary now.

So, off to the world of dreams, I head!

Cheerio!

Should old aquaintance be forgot

Happy New Year to everyone! That's right, it's time to rally in the new year with merry-making and celebrations!

Screw that. I feel the same as I did a day ago and I sure as hell don't want to be celebrating that fact.

Anyway, this year's new years' eve was quite fun! Anne and I went to Joan's for games and movies. Firstly, in my excitement, me and Joan decided to play Game of Life first, while waiting for Anne to join us. Then when she came, we restarted the game. I don't know why, but I like going to college first! (:

Halfway playing, Joan played Good Year.. however, we couldn't really understand it because our minds were half concentrating on the game, half watching. In the end, we changed it to Epic movie. It was better (in terms of understanding), but playing the game halfway, we abandoned it.

After the movie, it was time to head downstairs for Joan's mum's delicious brownies with fudge and ice-cream. And we went to watch 5 mins of the countdown with glasses of Sparkling Juice in hand.

Games of Cluedo followed.. 3 games ended so fast because of sheer luck.
Someone: I suspect... Mr. Green in the Library with the Candlestick.
Other two: No.. don't have..
First someone: Hah?! Really? Then I accuse lor.

Then the Daidi games.. in tandem with Scary Movie 4. In the middle of it, we decided to grab the other sparkling juice bottle. It took us 3 minutes to realise we needed a cork screw, 7 minutes to realise the cork couldn't be removed, 5 minutes to carve the top of the cork out with a knife, 6 minutes to realise that it wasn't working and the cork screw was.. screwed, and 9 minutes to figure out how to actually use a cork screw. So when we finally trugged up the stairs again, Scary Movie 4 was over.

Next was the Pursuit of Happiness.. which I hadn't seen yet.. halfway through, Joan and Anne fell asleep with promises of watching House of Wax next. And then.. the dvd screwed up. I tried rewinding.. restarting chapters.. nothing worked! In my frustration, and the realisation that they were already very deep in sleep, I dozed off. (This was at 4am.)

The next morning, we awoke at 8.30 and watched House of Wax.. which is totally gruesome.. and had breakfast after that..Joan's mum made toast with lettuce, cheese, eggs and ham.. ((:

And then, Anne's mum sent me home.

For New Years', we had the usual gathering at our house.. everyone came, I played with Vanessa's PSP, laughed at TJ's every move..

I have school tomorrow! I haven't said that in a while. hopefully.. this stays up and updated, however, I WILL try to do a blog closing if anything should happen.

I'm gonna be in Secondary 4.

My gosh, 6 words I never wanna say..

And to think I didn't even touch a book this holiday.. O'levels, here I come! ):