It's been 12 long, tiring days since I last updated. Lack of updates, yeah, yeah, I know. Like what Chrystal once mentioned in one of her blog entries, "Hectic days, hectic lives." Well, if you thought I was free everyday, THINK AGAIN. I stay about 22 km away from school, waking up with the help of a wake up call, at 6am, to be in school by 7am. My parents send me to school, I never had to courage to even attempt to fly. Which means, I take one and a half hours to reach home. SEE, I TOLD YOU I WAS ANNE ALMIGHTY. But no, it's by God's grace that I survive (:
For weeks, Alicia and I have been reminding each other of the PBL Webquest. The reminders finally worked. Yeah, sure. The day before the due date. Awesome, aren't we? Struggling, well, duh. But at least I hadfun. All of you are allowed to diss me for these few seconds. I don't know, but I don't feel that stressed, just slightly. I must have become numb to stress with all the stress that I got for Teachers' Day. I must say, I'm truly grateful to those who helped :)

The whole week was intense preperation for Teachers' Day. Rehearsals almost every single day, in fact every day. Ex-co leaving school just a few minutes before or after 8 pm. And then the day came, and Ex-co had to be there by 6a.m sharp. And because of that, I had a funny conversation with my Dad.
Anne: I need to be in school by 6 tomorrow ah.
Dad:6?! Why do you have to be there so early?
Anne: Because of Teachers' Day.
Dad: And what time do you wake for Fathers' Day? 12 noon.
Anne: What the heck? HAHAHA.
Dad: So how, you want to go to school now?
And that was like 9.30 p.m. BOOO.
Teachers' Day is finally over, just like, snap. Next up, post-mortem on Teachers' Day. I thought it was a total failure, until I heard comments, that it was excellent, and they loved it and all. It kinda made me feel better, but no one got the drama skit because of the mics. Ah well. Mr Roland bought Egg McMuffin for us, for breakfast :D Anyway, back to Teachers' Day. I think I went nuts. It was like running 2.4 please. One minute, you see me in the hall, then the parade square, then the music room, then in class, then back to the music room, then to the toilet, then backstage, then at the balcony, then the hall, then back to the music room, then the balcony, then backstage, then the foyer, then on the red carpet, then on stage, then at the back of the hall, then picking up litter. Oh gosh.

After everything, went off to Cartel with Chrystal, although I was supposed to be having lunch with Caroline and some of her friends. But I still had to do this and that, ah so forget it. Cartel with Chrystal was funny shit please. We had pasta, and it had clams, and it had a hole after pulling it off it's shell. And we tried peering through it, and Chrystal's head is just too big, and she has to move back, but she couldn't just to let me see her head. Took pictures, post them next time. Then hopped over to Haagen Daz, and I had Summer Berries, and we stood outside figuring how to get to our destinations in the rain without getting wet. Sounds impossible, but I had this weird theory, that we won't get wet at all. So we aimed not to get wet at all.
Anne: You know what, we won't get wet at all. We're wearing Dri-fit Dry fit). Our Ex-co shirt is Dri-fit. Wait, but your skirt. My FBT's seems to be dri-fit.
Chrystal: Heh, I've FBT's inside. And our crumplers, are water resistant! Let's go.
Anne: Wait la. Think of something better first, and besides, I'm not done with my ice-cream. {looks up, because water was leaking from roof} Uhhh.
Anne and Chrystal: LOL! {Anne runs off to Marie France Bodyline advertistment}
Chrystal: You seem to be treating Christie Cheng as your comforter. Everytime you laugh, you go towards her, and you stop laughing.
Anne: HAHA. Okay. Done with ice cream.
Chrystal: OH. Our shoes are not waterproof.
Anne: Die. Mine has a hole. A hole as big as a full stop.
Chrystal: HAHAHAHA.
And we ran off to where we were suppose to go. How silly, but funny shit.

I've uber proud of 3.6 to have been able to collect a total of 6.18 metres of newspaper. And we did it all for MRS HENG. Everyone emphasized to Mrs Heng that we did it for her, and only her. Everyone also said that if it was Mdm Sim who made us bring, we would not even bother bringing anything, please. Mrs Heng is everyone's dream teacher. Well, at least mine. I shall not even mention the teacher of my nightmare. I guess it goes without even mentioning. Go Mrs Heng, Go 3.6. I'll pray so hard, I want Mrs Heng as my form teacher.