A never-ending road to freedom
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They call it PMS because "Mad Cow Disease" was already taken. And as I said before, I never repeat myself.
- Julian Lopez

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
SMO Open 10:26 PM

Today's SMO was super lame... I finished my guessing at like 10.50. Actually, I was supposed to get one question correct lor. I worked out the thing... But then... I transfer error. Supposed to be 500 but I put 600... DAMN! Then, like, last 15 mins, I very bored. I go write and write and write. Write what? Write the following...
Paper so hard! Can die leh... Why did I sign up for Open category? Big regret!!! What is Σ? What is tan, sin, cos, etc? Time now 11.53... Argh! I wanted to sleep but not sleepy. Mrs Chui just walked past. Hope she didn't see what I'm writing. So many people ponned today. Haikal, Andy, Jerome, Gerald, Kyoung Eun, Tan Rong... Wah piang eh... How I wish I could just skip the Open! $8 wasted but not a big deal. I think Mrs Chui is staring at me from up there. I guess she must be wondering why I'm writing non-stop. Time is 11.57, 8 more mins... Joshua has been tossing tiny stuff up. I don't know what it is. I think they're tiny pieces from his eraser. I should have started writing this long ago to kill time. 11.59! 6 minutes... No one around seems to be writing, except a handful from the other side of the hall (seniors). It's noon! 5 minutes, 1/12 hour, 300 seconds. Chang Joon is so far away. I mean he's two tables behind. Kyoung Eun never come so the table behind is empty. I turn behind and I see Mr Teo, Mrs Chui and Dr Hang. There are other teachers walking down the aisles. Alright 2 more mins, 120 seconds. Absolutely no one writing anymore. My hand's hurting but I'm not gonna stop till the guy says stop writing. 1 more min anyway... Can tahan for 60 seconds. Ok, time's up!
After SMO, went Gerald's house and played wii... Played at the playground before that. It reminded me of Rosyth dudes. We played almost everyday after school. Soccer with the bottle was fun. Teachers kept walking by and scolded us... Good old days!