friday:
had no training. the fast and fresh finals were today.
finally got to see life as it is
haha saw staff xunlin and sgt elaine sitting across me.. and they only realised that 'life as it is' was written by me just before it started-.-
then they were pointing to the programme (or is that program?), pointing to me and mouthing: you wrote this?!
staff xunlin met me after the whole thing and told me it was quite good.
the EDS people acted it out quite nicely.
pity i didnt win anything.
saturday:
SYFOC training with christine and daniel. there was this funny army guy called B L Low who kept walking around telling the supporting contingents (us) to wriggle our toes. he kept touching his toes as he paraded around.-_-
today
what a boring 14th birthday.
saw a description of life as it is in the life section of the newspaper: a comedy about loan sharks.
got a birthday sms from staff xunlin. the only one i got. how sad. at least somebody remembers my birthday.
went to terminal 2 with my mum and aggy for lunch.
i'm stil depressed about life as it is.
25th april: the day we first wore our uniforms.
i'm now stuck between going for parade rehearsal and open house.
and some guy's been tagging some rubbish. i dont suppose you're serious. but if by any chance you are, i've got something to say:
i'm not interested in guys, especially cowards who cant ask girls out properly or even put their names on their messages. better luck with the next girl. Never ever just ask someone out like that till you're sure their even remotely interested in you. SUCKER!
ah yes, scolding someone is nice.
back to the 'rest of the post'.
havent tagged in ages. and wont for a long time either. too lazy.
i look dumb in my uniform,
our sqd is otherwise known as the Bubble Tea Squad. which explains the following:
"STD2.....................WHOOSH! together as one! the bubble tea squad!
roflmao.
i just love my squad. and pop is next week. never realised it was so soon. OMG so many ppl havent learned the stuff yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! uhoh.
