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Call her Katie Wingyee whatever, She's gonna put the boring stuff and here it goes, Victoria Junior College 09S33, Harmonica Band, ~~CCHMS, Student Council~~. But that's the interesting part of her life. What a luck, her birthday stupidly falls on Written report Submission this year, twentyfirst october.

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She rants and she whines and she complains like nobody's business, but that's her blog.

i forgotten the times when i really appreciate this authority, really took it seriously. that day, that sentence is still ringing in my head, after 4years, i'm sure the sec4s would love this cca, take pride in it, the sense of belonging is there. oh what crap. 4years and i got really tired of it, or i shall put it in a way that the cca got tired of councillors. here am i stating the matter of fact for all i care whose gonna come and bash me up. the breaking point, the day when i learnt this friction does exist. teachers day 06, what she done to us, to me, really scares me to death. i meant hey you got a problem just say it out, you're risking it, all of it just to harm us, how nice. and from that day onwards i never love any part of it anymore, i never consider myself inside, i never appreciate my time in it. it then came to a point i have to decide between two, i was torn apart at first, i couldnt let go, i couldnt bare to see it falling apart, yet i know no one would ever bother. maybe she, but i dont give a damn anymore. i rejected the post, not because i dont want to, not because i dont have what it takes, it's because i cant bear to see myself dragging my feet to that place, leaving behind councillor duties. that day he told me i was darn irresponsible, yes i agree with it. yet all the times, i wasnt like slack or whatsoever lazying around at home. i was always in school, doing duty for something i love, something worth of my time, something that give that sense of belonging. and then think about he himself, how many missed calls before he even bother to send back a ok-message, or reply go ahead. those days where there's a system, there's communication on top was long gone, damn i missed it so. the truth is since he came in, i foresee it's gonna fall one day, and i may be right afterall.
yes i may have be a really irresponsible leader, but seriously i dont see the point for me to care about it anymore. all of it is so screwed up, zero intake, dragging people in, it's pathetic. years later, do you think i even have the face to say i once belonged here, no i dont. let's not talk about years later, talk about now. i dont even see myself of any importance there wtheck. now that april 5th is approaching, i feel goddamn relieved. relieve that there's no string attached anymore, relieved that i wont feel guilty not caring about it at all anytime. just so relieved, sighs but this is so unlike me to type this chunk out. god thats how i feels, but i think it's kinda harsh, oh whatever, it doesnt really matter now.

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