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Thursday, December 27, 2007

9:33 PM

When I watch TV shows like Extreme Makeover (Home Edition or otherwise), I always suspect the participants' expressions when they look at their new house or into a mirror and they start shouting and crying and giving those incredulous and rescued looks being saved from their utterly horrible and miserable life. "We're saved!" "I'm saved!" "Oh my God (emphasize on God), I can't believe it! "*starts to weep happily*

How do they know that they're truly saved? Oh, because you got a brand new renovation? Or your teeth are now perfectly straight and eyelids doubled and face botoxed?

Wouldn't it be really ironic if the people who had a makeover suddenly got ran down by a car right after the show? Like, ooh I'm pretty, I have a new house, all the neighbors are going to be soooo envious... AHHH A CAR NOOOOOO!- *crash*

Today, I learnt that being saved does not include makeovers of any kind. Being saved means when the person taking outdoors says, "Are you tired? Who's tired? Let's take a ten-minutes break." and heaven means "That's all for today. Bersurai!"

Outdoors felt never-ending today. We did the basic things in the morning, then Edwin ascended us to heaven at 9.20 when he said, "Go to SALT centre." Then he commented, "We're only going to be there till 10.30."

This is so unfair. I really hate those moments when people give me false hope like that. Plane-Flying-Over-Stranded-Islanders analogy aside, it was like some greater power is toying with us, saying Ooh I can just put these ants in comfort... then plunge them back to hell! Then when Siao took longer than 10.30 every minute was a torture because we were holding our breaths and thinking, Oh no we're going to hell we're going to hell and Siao is there trying to sing the march tune and giving up.

After the break in SALT we went back to marching in the field which was surprisingly okay because the weather was fantastic and it was breezy. After what seemed not too long but not too short for comfort (my arm started its aching protest) band prac ended. It was quite eventful but I shall comment on the Lionel-Edwin squabble if I have the energy.

Then after lunch at Coro with Zongxian and Lionel the exco had outdoors with Jiehan and Bangky and Nicholas Ng. Which was enriching and exhausting. (Plus, fulfilling if you count Jiehan's domineering fantasies.) I'm taking outdoors for Eupho and Flutes (weirrrrrd combi but oh well. ) I think I'm gonna type out some notes for the session. And I'm learning the malay commands now (courtesy of some NPCC sites) for the proper pronunciations and stuff.

I'm still not sure how the sectionals tomorrow is going to be like because Weiqi and Zong Xian hold more authority. I guess I'll ask them if they want to join me or they'll want to stay in the block. Because I have a feeling tomorrow I'm going to be all power hungry and overshadow them.

The outdoor high didn't last long and I felt asleep right after I went home. On the bright side, I collected my books today!

Next topic, about my sheared hair. I wonder why I didn't mention it in my last post. Must have been too ashamed to.

Well it's cut. Horribly, as usual. I don't know whether it's because I had nice long hair grown over the hols and now that it's cut, I look like a retarded dork who wears knee-length socks and hangs his jaw down permenantly. It's like, some part of me is cruelly torn off after I departed with my long hair.

Some things just don't work anymore with a ~~butch hairstyle~~ short-hair dorkish Jiasheng. One of those things include the Forlorn Emo Prince Staring Into The Distance Look. Or the Pretty Boy Pout. Or the Sweat Dripping off Fringe And Exhausted Eyes But Still Elegant-Looking Expression. Now anything I do just feel stupid. (But strangely my confidence isn't affected that much because I might still be under hallucinogens.)

I wished I haven't cut it.

I wished I haven't cut it.

Or at least I wished I've cut it after tomorrow after the farewell because I thought I looked nice with the G2000 shirt but that was when my hair was still long.

Oh stop giving me those comments like, "Looks don't matter. Substance does." I'll rather be a dumb blonde than a smart butch anytime, anywhere, anyhow.

Sectionals tomorrow. Outdoor SYF next year. Let's give our best shot.

signed, jiasheng

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