MST over. I know it's the end for me. Bloody hell. Forget MST. Practical LAB test, projects and assignments. They never stop appearing in my life. How romantic.
WTF. We are not allowed to use SP's soccer court during MST. How idiotic. My idendity was recorded. If they really browse their CCTV cameras, I'll be dead as I was climbing the tall cage like spiderman in desperation to retrive Jeremy's soccer ball. FUCK it!
BUSY BUSY BUSY. AHH!
Hee HIDA! REMEMBER! SNAP SNAP! haha...