this is the finale of my frantic semester of late nights and constantly changing site forces, of a wonderful cute grouplet of friends, of inspiring tutors and a bombardment of theory, which i enjoy immensely, which is why i am knocking myself on the head for not putting in real effort to do the journal for contemporary theories. bah to me. helped senior cm make an intricate pretty basswood model of st. andrew's cathedral - the laser machine is a godsent. in a fit of self-directed anger at the inadequacy of my journal submission i went to the school library determined to borrow a balzac. i think the library hid all of it just to spite me. nil in the LINC when i searched. so i saw some Trollope which i had always wanted to try. NO BALZAC IN THE NUS LIBRARY!!!! so i had to settle for woolfe. white seats must bump at sushi tei with the trumpeter after school but we agreed white seats must bump no longer - no more kick, even a little lacklustre. bumped into jo dong before that; she had cute buttons on her shirt. we had an ice-cream each of white chocolate crunchy skin. the many many galfriends and i are meeting up soon! and tomorrow i will wake up and go run run run run run. if i don't, i'll....i'll....be a little meaner tomorrow.