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Monday, September 10, 2007


rop officially ended at 1:14am.
yays.
personal achievements:
ran 8km.
walked and walked
had my first 8 hour sleep ever since school started. (more of concussion though)
met the best bitching buddies ever. YAYS.

personally, i was really proud of the 28th.
i felt really glad i wasnt the one to be assessed on. i was glad i was co-opted.
because if i were, i probably died. watermelons and bottles are enough to kill.
i nearly cried during road march. the heartpain. looking at people enduring and falling and picking themselves up all over again.

and over these 2 days, i thought over things.
i think, i just want to neglect this part of my life.
i dont know.
i wish there was a sign.