Guess what? My nat veg notes are screwed but i dont care cos they TOLD US AT THE LAST STUPID MINUTE. so if tomorrow they ask me, Why are your notes so crumpled? Why are there ink smudges on the notes? I'm going to tell them, it your fault for telling us one day earlier so i couldnt ask my mom to print and my printer is PMSing. And i wouldnt kill any trees or waste my already very low ink to reprint it. But then i'll just try to print it so that at least i'll have something to look at tomorrow.
And... my printer died. :( Emergency printer-CPR time. Wait. it ran out of ink.-.-
Writing the speech promoting Red Cross, i realised how much has changed. I remember struggling to study the billion tests, then being so silly, rewriting my red cross notebook because something happened to it and asking Tisa to help write it during class when we were bored. Sometimes doodling on the notebook, ironically writing in there, "evacuation is so hard" at a time when i couldn't have known that i would turn out to be the secone evacuation mistress. Its come to a time when i forgot what it was like to be in sec1 again, maybe i expected too much from them, or maybe i tried too hard to be someone i could never be. Either way, Red Cross may have made me tear my hair out, become ballastic at some people, get annoyed at the biasness of some seniors, but on the other hand, it has given me the best memories ever, of my levelmates and friends i have made on this journey. And, i realise that the graduation song made more sense presently than it did when i was Pri 6. Which does say a lot since i really and still miss my pri school friends.
Ah reminiscing always calms me down. BUT...
O level's in 3 weeks and i am exhausted.
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