on the bathroom floor

We went on a Malay Kampong Glam tour and 1P or 1Papa [at least it wasn't poop] was grouped with 1G. After eating the short meal that we had we had, everyone went to look for snacks and let's just say that the cash register in 7-11 got pretty exhausted. Before we left, Perpetua gave me a Dream Catcher that she bought. It is really beautiful, and supposed to filter out all your bad dreams and give you pleasant ones. I've had lots of bad, scary and horrible dreams before concerning death and giant blackholes [really] but still, I'd prefer it if I still got them. I think I'd get pretty bored getting pleasant dreams everyday though. But it doesn't matter. The dream catcher has a lot of sentimental value now.

We only have one more day of school since tomorrow isn't counted. My last day ever in St. Nicholas. My last day with 1 Purity. No more infocomm unless I really want to come back to see that trainer's face again.

However, no matter how sad or upset I'm feeling, and also how hard this is, no one should even think, not for a mere millisecond, that I regret this. I'm not regretting anything, if that's what anyone dares to think. I hope that everyone knows that when I say I'm sad to leave it doesn't mean that I don't want to. I do. I will. So you can obviously see how pissed I get when people ask me if there's a way I can tell the school that I don't want to go anymore. Are they assuming that I don't want to leave, and that I want to give up everything just to stay? Well they're wrong. Don't they even know how much effort we had to put in just to get in? If we had even bothered to put in the effort, don't you think that we'd be doing it for a reason? And what about when they say "well, I guess you might as well go, after all you paid 150 bucks for the audition"? I get even more fumed at that. They speak as if I'm doing it because I don't want to waste money. Well who cares about the bloody effing money? What about going to the school because I want to? Is it so hard to believe that I actually care about something else other than money? Although it sounds really thoughtless and cruel, I'll say it again: I want to go and you can't stop me.

Sometimes I feel like crying at the thought of leaving my friends since I love them so much, but there is seriously nothing I can do.

Yes Loren, I'm gonna miss you so much too, along with everyone else I've met at St. Nicks.