It seems like I've been posting so much these days. But it'll probably be inconsistent anyways so don't count on me posting anymore this week. Will be spending lots of free time in school, so I'll probably use the time to do math/ chinese/ endless list of writing things. I swear I would miss all the deadlines if I ever worked at a newspaper, and end up being fired.

Today we gave the room over. It was sad. and funny, strangely. Ah, good thing esther didn't make them cane themselves. It would have been so, so wrong. I mean more wrong than our demands for flesh. I'm being sick aren't I? I hope noone reads this. They would think red cross was undermining people's human rights, and that we were torturing people like in guantanamo bay. It was very funny, though. We made a scene of ourselves *sigh* 7 of us on the two tables, and then *someone who wishes her name not to be mentioned* said that there would be a dent in the middle. I didn't realise so many of us fit on there, actually. haha no wonder people got scared.

And then some yearmates got tired just standing there and laughing, I wonder why. It was so insane because before that yearmates were having... lots of fun taking pictures with odd props in odd places in odd positions.

Made me sad again, but also I think if you want to take off a band-aid, it's better to rip the bleeding thing off quickly, and not peel it off slowly, bit by bit. We'll still have each other. And tcamp and facomp to look forward to. We've got to get used to this, people! Talk about separation anxiety.