mossadance

i conclude that bloggin on your own blog is different frm blogging on the class blog

[1] strollathon was very tedious! the strollering pioneers from 3L chose to take this challenging route. later, we re-routed for a carbo-stock-up and even encountered the bishan-gay, or so he's called. reached school at 7plus and got my tshirt. not polo, but design's quite nice still. hung around with lulu and watched her derive cheap thrill through getting her juniors to greet her in the ncclowvoices. yea. i admit i miss lulu quite a bit. then we changed into our shirts and saw mr ktan. he says we look different. met up with the other lovelies and soon, we were flagged off. oh. lingting was with us. i think she's very amusing. so we targeted to be last and hung around at the back of the whole walkathon - wait. it was more like a strollathon for us. then, we sneaked through ri and reached rj super fast. met ian on my snoop back. then, we went to j8 for breakfast - though i didn't eat anything, cos i had a heavyy breakfast. we saw the bishan gay, but seriously, i) ri boys so daring and mean to him =[ ii) i think he's a very oppressed person. he probably imagines he has a tight schedule everyday and although it keeps him occupied, well, it's just...scary how sometimes living too much in your own world can be worse than denial. both are extremes and both involves living. it's back to the magic word 'balance' isn't it? how balanced is your life, dude.

[2] some 3L council campaigners had 'guard duty'. we were undercovers protecting the Lee Hsien Loong. We had special green lanyards and we were involved in canopy-snooping, to make sure no one attacks His Majesty in any way possible. We had camouflaged microphones and hidden earplugs. oh. must say thankyou to zhangrui and julia for helping me and yiding do the 10-11 shift duty. i mean, remembering that they had to rush back and everything voluntarily leh. then later, four of us did the 11-12 shift together. we had a good time standing around, doing silly things like pretending we had collar-clip mics on our shirts, and speaking into them like little retards. we pretended we had earplugs also la. we were so much more action than the real bodyguards. we're the real GUARDS. right after PM left, we helped ourselves to the special food at the centre of the canteen reception. quite ok. managed to talk to mr anselm chu...he's busy as usual. so i didn't want to remind him about the two wep certificates he still hasnt given to me. talked abt co-ed college life, and i must say ah, mr chu has some interesting information on....blahblahblah.(very hard to tell you). then he looked at me and julia and said something like "good lah, now see you all, all grow up ready..." HAHA. that shld be a compliment right? but deep-inside-my-heart, i know im still far from grown. managed to speak with mrs deborah tan also. rgs is so...familyish somehow. deborah tan is always like a mother...you know? in rjc, everyone's older and somehow, it's different. or at least, it's not the same, yet.

[3] haunted house was quite nice...but i reckon the queue for it will haunt our minds for quite some time. our troop of 3Lers braved through the ruins of old-shanghai night club. thanks milord for the free ticket! queued up very long. but i survived thanks to ernest's ipod and mingsing's icecream treat. the guy practically forced him to buy two icecreams. i realise it's super easy to talk boys into buying stuff. like how they just sucuumed to the advertising by the rgs girls for flowers and nearly - for some lollipops or something. after ora, i went campaign shopping with wanchee, wenxin and eleanor. =] you guys make me happy.

[4] some heroes went up against the needles. they did the finger prick test for the bone marrow donor programme. applaude 'em for donating blood juice. i went! not painful at all! it was like coloring with blood cos the indian guy had to squeeze out blood from my index finger to fill up the circle so they can take my blood and do sequencing. some people want to do the fingerprick test but they hope they dont get a match for bone marrow donation. shouldnt think that right? but in a sense, once u print down your blood, you'll feel obliged to donate if you are identified as a match. i know i would donate even if i get called up, two weeks from now. it's a very scary commitment, but you see, i firmly belive that commitments cannot be measured by 'size'. if it's a commitment. it's standard size. it deserves the same...commitment. i feel like jabbing myself in the ribs, but the more i was thinking abt it, the more i was praying that some time in my life, i hope i would be a match for 'somebody'. kunman......tsktsk....

kmli blogged at 4/08/2006 05:54:00 PM

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