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Nobody's ever gonna see this so, whatev
16.12.08
I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands.
i've come to entertain the thought of growing up and becoming a university admissions officer or something.
like those who read essays that hopeful applicants painstakingly write and agonize over (or maybe not).
it must be a rather amusing vocation.
i imagine them in a hidden room buried deep in the foundations of said university, sitting around a rounded long table (not unlike knights' of the round table)(except they're more like blackguards or something) with interrogation-worthy table lamps shining on stacks and stacks of essays waiting to be scrutinized and pored over closely with bloodshot evil eyes, eager to spot any mistake, even the teensiest tiny mistake.
then periodically they'll suddenly laugh out loud maniacally
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
which would be followed by a gleeful malicious sweeping up of said essay and an overzealous crumpling of the essay.
then they'll indulge in a little waste paper basketball and whoop like stupid frat boys high on coke.

or imagine them saying things like
"hahah hear what this says. I BELIEVE _____ WOULD BE BENEFICIAL TO MY FUTURE LEARNING AND GROWTH AND IN PREPARING ME FOR LIFE'S CHALLENGES. suckerrrrr, well life's challenges start HERE."
*throws essay away. evil cackle*

or maybe there's a quota to reject.
so they'll probably look at each other, shrug, pick up 95 out of a 100 stacks of essays and carelessly dump them on the floor to act as the floor for them, without even bothering to at least glance through the 95 stacks.


right then.

i DO know (despite my absence) that choir has returned with a

GOLD
95.16
TOP IN CATEGORY

damagingly proud of them i am, even if i played no part in it.
i have resorted to avoid looking at various choir members' posts about the trip for fear of feeling pangs of unnecessary jealousy.


i have gotten hooked on reading romance novels.
they are waaaaay too addictive.
why didn't i discover them earlier on?!
seriously, the styles of writing are... ENTERTAINING.
but oh dear seems my pace of reading has slowed.
i take like, 6-7 hours just to read finish 1 book??
pfffft.
oh well maybe it's cos i read through the night.
i suggest never sleeping at 730am if you have to wake up at 1115am followed by a full day in church.
NOT HEALTHY.


nativity thingy was quite a success i hear!
being a guide is quite super.
i think i'll do it again next year.
shin & uncle s bailed on me on sat.
meh.



sethrina with her "I <3 SHOPPING MONKEY" shirt :)


sethrina was caressing (seriously) ruth's arm. haha you can barely see the pupils of ruth's eyes!

17:44