Gawd. This entire week's been incredibly trying and exhausting for me. Monday: Class camp
Tuesday: Class camp Class camp could have been worse. It wasn't a blast, but not because of the people I went with (all that revelations nonsense was quite enlightening). I guess school itself is already just so tiring and with thoughts of the then-upcoming physical fitness test and Bio test and datelines to meet looming in the recesses of our minds. I'm so sick of Pulau Ubin. It's always Pulau Ubin. I'm starting to think that the reason why schools continually dump students there for various camps/activities is to provide a source of food for the omnipresent mutant mosquitoes so as to provide balance to the ecosystem there. 
TEH NASTIEST! But we did have those momentary periods of fun. Like in the toilet with Becky. Exhaustion and absence can do alot to someone. Hur hur. Crashed after I got back home, all the way from 6pm to 6am. Wednesday: 5 items + training
Thursday: 2.4km 'Nuff said. Stayed up to mug for Bio. By this time, it'd started seeping into your bones. Friday: Bio test + mass baking until the next morning Staying up to mug for Bio didn't really help anything. I'm probably going to fail because I kept on getting collagen and cellulose mixed up and I forgot all my molecules. And I don't know what the heck catechol is still. Training ended at around 1940, which was bloody late considering that we'd have to bake to the next morning. Ian came by at around 10 pm and we watched Midsomer Murders (some orchid episode with that horny lady who liked them because they resembled a certain part of the human anatomy) and Guitar Hero-ed a bit whilst waiting for people to arrive. Saturday: Bake + ORA Walk-a-Jogathon + friendly with ORA We officially started baking at around 11pm. Thank goodness for the new oven because it's so delightful and awesome. We Guitar Hero-ed in between batches, and I crashed on the couch at about 2+ am. Kudos to those who didn't sleep / baked through most of the night. I hope no one gets food poisoning. And we successfully managed to force people to buy over 200 Nutella cupcakes. When I finally got home, I crashed from 4.30 to 6 am, which kinda disorientated me. Because I thought it was 6pm, except the sky was so dark, and it was like "huh wtf's up with the sunset timings? The sky's usually this dark at 7.45pm, not 6pm". And I SMS-ed my mom to help me procure black high socks for softball because I thought she was still in town. And I called up Ricky because I thought I still had a chance to send her off since her flight was on Saturday at 9pm, but her phone was off. >< And then, click, oh hell. So I effectively spent the better part of my Saturday slumbering, and TODAY IS SUNDAY. My lovely recount for the entire week. **Edit! The PICTURE OF THE DISGUSTING INSECT wasn't taken by me. I wouldn't touch those things with a ten foot pole. | 
