I'm no superman.

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I'M NO SUPERMAN

Friday, October 03, 2008

HOORAY!
The idiotic and useless Open House is overrrr. Finally. I'm so freaking exhausted because of it. I think I can sleep while eating, sleep while talking and sleep while typing. Okay, a little exaggerating but yes, I hate open houses all time. They're useless and they're freaking tiring. The worst thing is WHY CAN'T I GET THAT DAMN GOODIE BAG?! :( I was under the sun like madness, trying to lie to those juniors about my CCA like madness, and convincing people to try the wall out like madness. Oh yes, now seeing the banner brings me lots of memories. Sadly, they're all unpleasant ones. I remember how smelly the synthetic paint is - I wonder why my dearest Publicity I/C did not buy acrylic ones. I remember how it feels to be painting there without my hardworking, dedicated, diligent, devoted, conscientious, assiduous Publicity I/C is not there and went to dance, and painting with people whom I'm not close with. Nah, I remember it, of course. I remember how stubborn the paint stays onto your skin and no matter how much soap or how much strength you scrub your hands, legs that friggin' paint just doesn't comes out. I remember how it feels to be washing your hands with thinner and I got so used to the smell I thought I was near to being high on thinner. I'd my fair share of smelling thinner for two days and I think it is more wisable to stay away from them for a short period of time. Oh, but I must not forget. I must not forget that not everyone has the chance to wash their whole hands with thinner for around 30 minutes. It is a wonderful experience. I remember lots of things. They are nevertheless, memories of my life. My foot.

This is a crappy post because I'm so friggin' tired. I shall retreat to my anime world and indulge in my happiness that everything is over. I think I should be at least fair and square on my opinions towards the open house. One and only positive comment on the Open House is that once it ends, you get reallllyyyy happy, on an adrenaline high. I was so happy I started playing like madness, forgetting everything else.

Ciao.

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Friday, October 03, 2008

@ 11:05 PM

HOORAY!
The idiotic and useless Open House is overrrr. Finally. I'm so freaking exhausted because of it. I think I can sleep while eating, sleep while talking and sleep while typing. Okay, a little exaggerating but yes, I hate open houses all time. They're useless and they're freaking tiring. The worst thing is WHY CAN'T I GET THAT DAMN GOODIE BAG?! :( I was under the sun like madness, trying to lie to those juniors about my CCA like madness, and convincing people to try the wall out like madness. Oh yes, now seeing the banner brings me lots of memories. Sadly, they're all unpleasant ones. I remember how smelly the synthetic paint is - I wonder why my dearest Publicity I/C did not buy acrylic ones. I remember how it feels to be painting there without my hardworking, dedicated, diligent, devoted, conscientious, assiduous Publicity I/C is not there and went to dance, and painting with people whom I'm not close with. Nah, I remember it, of course. I remember how stubborn the paint stays onto your skin and no matter how much soap or how much strength you scrub your hands, legs that friggin' paint just doesn't comes out. I remember how it feels to be washing your hands with thinner and I got so used to the smell I thought I was near to being high on thinner. I'd my fair share of smelling thinner for two days and I think it is more wisable to stay away from them for a short period of time. Oh, but I must not forget. I must not forget that not everyone has the chance to wash their whole hands with thinner for around 30 minutes. It is a wonderful experience. I remember lots of things. They are nevertheless, memories of my life. My foot.

This is a crappy post because I'm so friggin' tired. I shall retreat to my anime world and indulge in my happiness that everything is over. I think I should be at least fair and square on my opinions towards the open house. One and only positive comment on the Open House is that once it ends, you get reallllyyyy happy, on an adrenaline high. I was so happy I started playing like madness, forgetting everything else.

Ciao.

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