This whole week, been very busy with speech day trainings. Monday after school, speech day training. Tuesday after school, speech day rehaersal. Wednesday after school, speech day training. Thursday after school, full dress rehaersal. And today after school, speech day training. Obviously I'm tired. Seriously. My right hand is aching. Mainly because holding the rifle for a long long period of time. Nevermind, speech day is tomorrow. Once tomorrow is over, no more speech day training. No more holding the rifle for don't know how long. Yaaa, can't wait for speech day to be over! Sayang, thanks for waiting for me everyday without fail. Thanks alot dear! (:

Mrs Sung has left us. Tomorrow will be her last day. Mr Haque is our new english teacher. He can be said quite strict? No further comments about him. Maybe pupils from 4e5 would like to comment about him. Haha. I hope Mr Haque will be a good teacher that can make us get good grades for our english. English is damn important because it is our L1 subject. Fail english, go nowhere.

Sarah, 4T1, told me what she dreamt about. Yes it was random. But she told me because it involved me. Guess what did she dream about. She dreamt that I died! Kiwakk, rabak pe. She said that she was going down from the hall or something when suddenly she saw the whole NPCC squad crying. She asked around and got to know that I died! Out of all asl aku sia mati. Die angon tdo bepeloh la siaa. Haha! But some said that if you dream that someone died, that someone will live long? Well, hope so ehh.

Tomorrow is speech day. Hope everything runs smoothly.