a little space i call my own

white shirt with orange printings

saturday:

name this day. Action.

the day where the supposedly big event is going to take place. but running around islandwide have let other singaporeans took curious stares at us. call it a big event within the campus then. hardly anyone out there knew what this Bonkers III is all about.

7 basic stations. 2 "a-must" pit stops with impossible missions. 1 bonus station. all around singapore. completed it in about 7 hours. the winner did it in 5 hours. make a guess how they did it.

Where the street and bus directory definitely prove their every cent; saving time is the ultimate goal. Where those people wearing red shirts are showing their authority to the whites; taking photo is a must. Where missions almost seem impossible; taxi drivers are a great help. Where the heat is on, the rain has fallen; everything boils down to nothing.

what about the team?

GREAT. spelt as G.R.E.A.T. had tremendous fun.

didn't know she was such a fantastic perfomer. trying to show words just by actions. (ok la, don't know how to spell the name of the game)

wasn't aware till that day. the term "kind-hearted" has never been near me. it was near him.

try telling me about leadership, planning etc etc. this guy has almost done it all.

let's just say i recalled no accomplishments done by me. =P

sorry lar....

many many many words. don't want to say it all out here.

tired tired tired.

Arsenal LOST. freaky. Man Utd won 1-0 with a classic movement.

Sunday:

up early at 5am. Went to swept graves behind Raffles Institution.

did nothing till now. haha. i suppose.

whatever.

just a note:

why can't people just tell me what to do straight in the face. must go around the world 2 times then let me know myself is it?

i hate naggings.

if i want you to know, i will let you know. if i don't, go fuck yourself in a corner.

don't hate me.

if it's all about love, it will have to be a she...