` Should This Fail Jaken, You Will Die... ;;

Wednesday, March 29, 2006 5:46 AM

Oh bloody. I'm losing my memory. I have blank patches in my head where past events are supposed to reside. I even forgot where I was when I woke up one fine rainy, storny morning. Oh and apparently, I forgot where the f*** I put my beloved pencil box. And I forgot to take my watch after footdrill. I am losing it.

- signs off.

Monday, March 20, 2006 1:41 AM

I changed my blogskin. Yeah. ISN"T IT THE NICEST IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE FRIGGIN WORLD? Its so cool with all the blood and the mirror and the knife. Damn, I love it. And the song is so nice.... Oh yeah and now I officially admit to the world: I AM MENTALLY DISTURBED.

- signs off.

Friday, March 10, 2006 3:59 PM

My whole entire body is aching so badly. And just when I thought thing couldn't get worse, 1.5 hours in the sun marching. I mean, I like footdrill but scarcely a day after Amazing Race? I thought I would die. And I had leg cramps all through roll call and foot drill plus stitches and when we had to lift our leg for punishment, my legs were like trembling badly and hurting like OMFG. Not aching mind you but acute pain shooting up my thigh. Both thighs. The campfire planning was rather cheery however. The theme was banana something and you know what the definition of banana is? Its a dick with two balls. Drove my i/c crazy.

- signs off.

Thursday, March 09, 2006 8:36 PM

Lol. We had amazing race yesterday at the CBD and DAMN was it tiring. Firstly, my dear love wasn't there due to CSP. Secondly, we had dance for pe that morning. Thirdly, we had two hours to run around the CBD against 17 other teams and we had to make sure we had an intact tofu and egg when we came back (I mean, WTF? Where does eggs and tofu come in here?). Fourthly, our facilitator, William, kept calling us soursop instead of sourpop. Fifthly, I had to keep up with the other members of my group and that was tiring considering some of them are runners. Point number six (I dunno what you call this but bear with me.), I was gonna get sunburnt. Point number seven, I never got my slurpee.

- signs off.