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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
i'm here again.. yup. no escape. wadeva. ok so on sunday, i had my facial. mummy came in to watch the procedure. aunty sally like raised the electric volts to kill my face germs so high i was about to cry! my gosh! has she no sympathy?? is she a sadist? haha. then with my face all swollen and blopped up, we went to juntion 8 for grocery shoppin adn dinner. then we went home and got ready for school the next day. monday.?? omg! i can't remember a thing! ok so lets move on to tuesday. the day i'll remember forever. we did our absailing from the 7th storey! ok i was so freakin out even before we got up! mr singh was like so laughing at me la. *embarressed* haha so ya.. melvina was the first girl that went down! she looked so calm and collected so i just concluded that she was like MUCH breaver than us. so then next came my wonka shauna. i was like so nervous for her la! but she said it was ok. still.idid not believe it. then jia hui and ruixuan went down . but then jia hui backed out.then mrs wong asked me and mel to go. but i refused to go until she did . so she went and survived. then came us. i tell you! i was not so scared when mr singh was setting up the ropes. but when it was time for us to squat and start the absailing. omg! i took so damn bloody long la! like i had to ask mr singh to make sure he wouls not let go of the safety rope and that he would hold me tight so i would not fall. and whether he was sure i would not die and stuff liddat. so the poor fellow had to patiantly answer all my questions. so unwillingly i squated. then i screamed: mr singh quick! quick! i'm gonna fall quick! ok you so won't understand unless you were in my place. i just could not hold the rope tight enough for me to stay put! so i screamed all the way down. then the people upstairs could only look and luagh! like no comforting words wadever! then while melanie and i were scolding each other and screaming, i suddenly losened my grip so much i practically flew down!and there! i did it!me and mel were like screaming like hell in the lift man! i was so happy i went again! ha! yea! i actually did it again! and as usual i was screaming all the way down. then i went home and studied for my chinese test the next day. today. was quite a nice day la.. easy and nice.. when reachin home mummy called to say going for dinner. so we went to fiesta. the sushi place to eat. then went home.. then did homework exercised and here i am.. so till next ime..bb!

sarah writes/ 8/17/2005 07:48:00 PM

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