Other than the recent boredom in school, I am rather excited, no, make that VERY excited, about the Pre-University Seminar 2009 happening next month 8DDD I signed up for it because it struck me a lot like RMUN, and we get to rub shoulders (not literally of course xD) with students from other JCs and polys. And the absolute best part?

IT'S A RESIDENTIAL SEMINAR. WE GET TO STAY AT A CAMPUS AT NUS. *FAINTS*

Today (just now, actually x3), the other YJCians selected for the Pre U Sem & I went over to IJC for a briefing. AND WE WERE SHOWN PICS OF THE CAMPUS. GOD, IT LOOKED LIKE A FREAKING CONDO. We're all getting single rooms, though I would've wanted each of our rooms to have our own personal bathrooms, but I guess a posh bedroom will suffice ;D And one of the activities would be held at Sentosa. So I guess now I know what the "swimming costume" in our packing list is for... *cringes*

OKAY. MATH IS OFFICIALLY MY BEST SUBJECT. I've failed at least once in all the other subjects (Just failed an Econs test for the first time. I usually pass it thanks to my O Level knowledge of it, but didn't study for the most recent one). In fact, I'm aceing Math. Maybe because it's H1. *shrugs* And I guess I'm doing fine for GP too. Every time we get back our essays or compres, everyone else will immediately ask how much I got. Well, excuse me, I'm flattered, but seriously, just you all wait, the next essay won't be as good. u.u Anyway, back to Math. It's also my fave subject here in JC. Yes, it's not GP. I miss writing narratives ;A;

HAZE RETURNS IN LESS THAN 2 MONTHS' TIME! (:

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Today's story will be:

There was once a little girl who loved wearing a plain blue cotton dress her family made her. Every stitch was done with love and care; oh she cherished it. But one day, she received a new dress, one with lovely silk sashes and ruffless and lace and pretty sparkly gems outlining the hem. Fascinated and excited, she wore it every day, forgoing her old one. She loved twirling and dancing in her new dress; wearing it simply made her feel more special than ever. And one day, the new dress lost its beautiful sheen; the gems began falling off, rips and tears came easily, the satin became increasingly wrinkled, the lace became frayed, the ruffles as well. Disappointed, she tried finding her old dress, as she realised how reliable it was, how she missed it, its warmth and comfort. She searched her entire wardobe for it, searching and searching and searching... But it wasn't there. She became even more upset. Tears filled her eyes, but before she wept, she noticed her old dress all laid out for her on her bed, as though patiently waiting for its beloved owner to don it.

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