Its the end-of-the-year thing.

EWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I think I can puke at myself. Yes S?

Less than 3 days and off I go. Half of me wants to go, yet the other half is just dreading to go. No doubt Gillian is a nice lady, but the other participants give you the "I'm-from-a-smart-intelligent-school" vibe. Snobby.......arrogant. Let's just say first impressions do count and snickering and gossiping during a briefing doesn't make a good first impression.

I have yet to pack and my mum is constantly shouting at me to pack my things. I'm pretty much recovered from my gastric flu, even though my tummy still growls loudly in the middle of the night. I'm still having food cravings, namely, BLACK PEPPER CRAB. (insert-long-and-loud-sigh-here)


Okay, maybe I'll post later or something. Or may not come back here until...................................until I feel like it.


"If looks could kill, I think you'd be staring daggers at them."

BYE.