Told You I'd Be Back

Arsenal played the perfect game (6-1 against Everton) and Usain Bolt ran the perfect race last night, and I did the perfect experiment for Physics SPA today. That anagram still scares me these days, after unbelievably crap luck with them at O-Levels. I arrived in school at the usual time so I'd get a ride to school despite being in Shift 2, and tried not to die of anxiety while reading Duma Key until 10. Damn you Steven King, now you've made me go from dreamless sleep to "WTF?" dreams. The last one involved Robbie Keane dying and China nuking the school. The dreams of a man missing half his brain due to a car accident and a supernatural island are contagious.

Such a weight off one's chest...Chemistry won't be as finicky as Physics, and Chinese test on Wednesday, meh, when did I start caring?

Anyway, while I was dying of guilt for not going for any CWC meetings earlier this year due to training, being faced with the prospect of stoning yet another 4 hours before it started left me in the age-old problem here. Too little time to go home, too long to waste. The successful SPA more than made up for it of course.

So after Sam Wang and Tim K had to return to class at 2, I was still left with much time to burn. So back to Duma Key it was, at the risk of my subconscious pulling another Piccaso on me, to watch Eddie Freemantle slowly crawl out of insanity.

Finally at 4.30 I met up with Sam again to find our way to the meeting room.

That's when I heard her...

A shrill roar is volleyed at poor Tim for forgetting to unlock the room from somewhere in the candeck. The source of the noise, standing at 5"2 in all her glory, the self proclaimed Madame Dictator Kim.

Okay, so she isn't so evil once you get to know her, but I still spent the next five minutes taking cover behind Sam because Tim was too small to provide ample protection.

Unfortunately, this appeared to be one of the sessions involving labour and admin st00fs, so half my mind was spent thinking up suggestions for the outing they were planning, and the other half was spent thinking of a name for the dead cockroach taped to the wall with a "OMG, help me!" speech bubble next to it after Mr Woolhead mentioned it was important to know "the name behind the face". I eventually pasted a "Hi, My Name is Llewellyn" sign next to it. Madame Dictator was not pleased.

On a absolutely random note, I must watch Up. I have never missed a Pixar film before, and I don't intend to start now.

P.S : Two years are up Bryant, what does that anagram stand for!!??!?!