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Saturday, August 9, 2008

national day celebration at college.
one word.
BULLSHIT.
i thought it was rather crappy.
i was disappointed, or disgusted i should say?
i never thought it was this bad.
except for the march in of the flag, flash backs came through my mind.
it should have been longer and more grand.
they should have taken the limelight, not those cheerleading crap.
there was no song singing, no dance, no nothingg.
it was just videos, investiture, andd some crappy inter house cheerleading competition.
like woahh.
excitingg hurh.
i was actually quite pissed.
i take an hour to get to school, and the celebration ended in an hour and a half.
probably its jus the fact that i'm overly attached to IJ's culture, that i'm still having a culture shock here.
community singing was one thing i loved about national day every year.
parade was another.
a nostalgia for my secondary school days.

this thought has been running in my head since a few weeks ago.
is my current class really that united?
sometimes, i just hate planning any events for my class.
i hate last min back outs.
andd what i hate most is that they don't take the seriousness of the whole thing.
the guys never cooperates.
doesn't it frustrates you?
i feel like defenestrating the males in my class.
ohh andd one thing.
i can't believe two guys in my class just fought over a psp.
i mean, by taking turns to playy and stuff like that.
childish ain't it?
many the times, i love the class i'm in.
andd there are times when i really hate certain people's actions.
but whatever happened today pissed my ass.

prolly, my day this year didn't went too well.
i had the worse national day celebration ever.
don't get me wrong, i still do love my college, and my class(:
its just how it works, its a totally different thing.
this post is not to show how much i detest my friends nor the college.
its about my nostalgic memories for my secondary school days were undetachable.


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