Recent BBQs: I feel lost. Mommy says it's cuz I've grown-up. Wierd's e irony in e regret nw over my childhood dream of growing-up quickly realising.
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It's almost a year in Innova. Rmb last yr... I tried to join e volleyball team, much thx to Bzw's reccommendation. Yea, right... wad a suggestion man, bro.

Then I tried applying for judo thru external cca... but ehh~ guess tt type of journey every tues and thurs' gonna kill me. Esp if you'd pls take a look at my j2 timetable.

In e end, I founded floorball Innova with e LXHJZ, soon after which Mimo left for a rounder moon at e polys... By abt mid-yr, I drifted apart with the tribe and started mixing with e Hexagon instead.

Hectic ehh? Well, tt my life for you. I'm alr used to making myself e protagonist of some seriously dull, yet absolutely wonderful, tiresome, unbearably boring, yet livable drama life.

Anw, a yr in Innova was, of course, nt jt abt me, myself, I. We were e furst batch, so naturally... many things were upon us. We were e batch to "design" our uniforms... too bad e winning entry by popularity was by no means our current one. We were e batch to "determine" wad niche ccas we wanted to specialise in, and start as many ccas as our passion guided us to... too bad, once again, tt ccas without an influential teacher-i/c were treated like moot, chucked in the corner, waiting for hell's calling...

Yet I'm happie. Happie for e bigg, albeit fugly, campus. Happie for the promiximity from college to home. Happie abt e airy, commercial-looking canteen. Happie abt everything tt e adults didnt interfere with... Though truly, I cant think of any right now... >>___<<

I'm still taking all my 4 'A's this yr, but am kinda ps on econs nw tt I admit I'm nt hardworking enuff to complete all e assignment targetted at helping me score my As and Bs...

Academically, I'm jt abt any other Innovian's worth. But Santa forbade Enrui and I cherish e season of receiving together under a mistletoe, my "love" life went off rail by the time my school life went on. It was another sad sad story but wad's passed is past. Good horses never eat from meadows it'd passed.