Warning: some provocative stuff about some ChineseHighSchool guys. So if you are someone that's of that description and don't want to feel insulted, dont read. And because I kinda screened it, it's you who made the choice to read, not me. To see: Click on the blank spot and draggg
Yesterday, some particular Chinese High people promoted themselves in my 'Top 10 Dislikes' list. Hello, I know sometimes guys can be immature, But surely not this immature. I mean, those CHSjerks were da limit. Pathetic unsubstantiated arguments/discussion and monkey heads really made my day. Not. Including ungentlemanly behaviour. This is where gender differences come in. Hello, where's the 'ladies first' thing gone to? The back of the queue? If you refer to this totally unfortunate incident, I'd say. Chivalry has died, darlings, along with your manners.
But on the other hand, we were, sorry to say, rather rude too. But those guys with their attitude, no one can beat. But I'm not saying that all CHS people are like that.

But the jerks aside, the whole event was great. Everything was just the hype. Took pictures with funny faces (right Charissa?) and cheered and cheered on any school that would take over CHS in a relay race or the likes of it. I didn't jeer at the CHS people. The plus point was that I could scream for a reason even though I'm not screaming for that cause. Yeahyeah. However, the rain drove us into an appalling state of wetness. Two torrents of rain came in sheets. And drenched many from head to toe, toe to head, inside out, outside in. Grreat. And I don't like rain okay. I melt in rain.

Before the end of the Nat'l Track and Field meet thing, I suddenly felt so desolate although there were so many people around me. Firstly, I felt like I didn't accomplish anything [and no, not accomplish that 'thing'. Think s t r a i g h t]. The rain ruined so many things. Things and things.
Shattered dreams. Broken hearts. Unfulfilled promises. I hate this feeling. It's the pits worst. [Pits make me think of armpits] And to conclude the whole Nat'lTrackandField episode, CHS guys are not yummy/delectable/the likes of it. Definitely not. Pamela, hear me?

Whatever. My voice is invincible. I screamed like mad because I was so mad at those people. And also because Cedar was running, and because it was exciting [duh] and finally because it was raining. After a while I gave up on the umbrella because it was really useless as the rain was getting the better of the umbrella so I also got drenched. And because many others looked like drowned cats or chickens, everyone looked normal in the stadium. So that was cool. And everyone stunk, especially ---. I mean, the stench engulfed the crowd and made everyone smell like a fraction of them.

Okay. So I went to watch "The Return" which, somehow or other made me feel depressed after watching it. The show was good. Very good. You should go watch it. Shall rant on what's it about on another day. And so after the show, I was walking to Somerset MRT and I was the California Fitness gym in all its lit-up glory at night, and it was amazing. Call me cuckoo or whatever, but it was really startling to see so many people working at the treadmills before. I guess that happens every night. But it's still amazing.

And that's all for what happened yesterday and yesterdayyesterday.

I shall start on today. There are only about...15 paragraphs with approximately 1000 characters each.

Kidding.

On a parting note:
"I cannot say that the world is safer today than it was two, three, years ago."—UN Secretary General Kofi Annan, countering Bush's declaration that he'd made the world a safer and more peaceful place.
You go, Mr. Annan! I totally agree!

Luvya'll. And God Bless ya'll.