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Saturday, July 9

I suddenly realised something. The London blast incident happened on Thursday, 7/7/05. It was probably the most significant day for many of the people in London. It was significant for me too, not because of the blast, but because of my oral. It’s just hard to believe that when I was in the room waiting for my turn and shivering in fear, there are actually others far away who are also shivering in fear. What right do I have to be frightened of such a minor thing like oral when our fellow beings in London were instead fearing for their lives or the lives of their loved one. I suddenly feel very guilty. Guilty for getting scared over such a tiny matter. How can I compare such a trivial matter like oral with what the Londoners are facing? Later on that day, after oral, I was still happily laughing and joking with my friends, glad and relieved that oral was over. How could I have been rejoicing when lives were taken away, miles away? Perhaps this is a reminder for us to cherish our lives and loved ones. My daddy asked me for a word to describe the terrorists other than “barbaric”, on Friday morning. The first word that came to my mind was inhuman. How apt is the term to describe them! Are they really humans at all? How they had given no thought to killing others! Have they no sense of guilt or conscience? Are they not human too? I cannot understand why they did this. Just like I cannot understand why there was a need for war. Maybe I will understand next time….

I went for kidsread today. There were two new people from Junior College. One called Victoria and the other called Rachel. They are generally nice people I suppose. Victoria was the more friendly one. She asked for my name and school and then shook my hand. Like shaking the hands of a professor says Huifang. Huang See and Huang Sui were there today. I had to take care of Huang See and Huang Sui. They were rather difficult to handle and I could see that the lady(a parent I suppose) seems rather impressed (or is she sniggering?) with the way I was taking care of the kids. But XXX certainly doesn’t think that way. She thinks that everything must be solved with violence and being soft with the kids isn’t going to help. But what right does she have to draw on Huang See’s face? Hmph! And then later before we leave XXX even told us to learn from those JC people! How insulting can XXX be? We’ve been there for months before them, how can she lower our status, like we are just her shou3 xia4! She think she very good but actually she’s like shit! Never mind, shant get so worked up over this stupid woman. Its not worth wasting my breath.

After Kidsread was over Huifang, Jeridyn and I went to Plaza Singapura and walked around. It was quite fun only we were only walking without any motive and doing nothing much actually. Later on the MRT train I probably spoke too much and too loud about our school and Jeridyn and Huifang were trying to hint to me not to reveal more information. Oh wells. Me and my loud mouth. i definitely cannot be a criminal when i grow up. if im ever cornered by the police, i'll probably be declared guilty even if i didnt do anything. i better learn to have a sharper longue.

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