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written on Sunday, April 1, 2007 @ 11:29 AM ✈

Today is a Saturday and I had to go back to school, early in the morning - 7am.... And, the amazing thing was, the ma'ams were in school even earlier, in their uniform! I wonder when I will get my uniform will look so smart~
So all the fuss was for the interaction talk about the SAP schools. 李老师 assigned Luona and I to stick the papers for the seats in the auditorium. We were in the room cutting and pasting. After that, we rushed to paste the notes and ushered the teachers and students in. I also had to open the door for the guest of honour - Mr Gan Kim Yong. Lots of VIPs came to Nanyang too. During the break, I saw ma'ams ushering the cars. Hm, I hope I am not making a mistake when blogging.

I am so tired. Luona, Xinyi, Geraldine, Michelle, Jeslyn and I were swopping the "Reserved" signs around and we had to pull them out after the event. So when everything was settled, I packed my stuff and went to board the bus. But, the muddle-headed me forgot to bring my umbrella out and it was raining rather heavily. Anyway, I just told myself to call home upon reaching the MRT station or the bus-stop downstairs as those were the only places which were unsheltered.

Still, for the SECOND time in the year, I missed my stop again. I ended up dropping off at the MRT station, which wasn't a huge problem. I was still able to go home from there. I just can't believe that I could doze off like that. I must be super really lucky to be able to end up home. I mean, I could have just get lost and cry. I realised that I had four missed calls at the MRT station and I called my father. He offered to take me home from the station. Hiaz, he didn't look really happy.

Tomorrow, I still have to go out to my friend's house for a project. How busy I am

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