There are 2 things that I find very hard to accept.

To disappoint those who had faith, and to fail my own expectations.

In a wickedly evil grand slam, I managed to accomplish all 2 today.

Don't wanna find excuses, but I am screwed as far as the selection is concerned.

The only consolation is that I found a new friend. Sort of.

And the cheerleading competition was a joy to watch. It did wonders to lift my otherwise tragic day.

I admire the spirit of the hall dwellers, the tribal and "very united" atmosphere (Not all halls lah, but...).

It's a shame that hall 13 guy fell and dislocated his arm, they were by far the best team I've seen.

How he managed to pop his arm back in time not to get ushered away by the saftely minders will keep me curious for a long long time.

Cailing help me ask him then let me know leh!

"I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy. " - J. D. Salinger (1919 - )