Yesterday I did something rather meaningful, compared to sleeping at home the whole day. I painted a mural with Karen, for Eliase Park Primary School ( may be I spelt its name wrongly). As I suspected last time, it's really related to Grant again, that scary GVN president, haha, guess he really likes our batch. ANyway, with the pathetic amount of equipments and materials we were given, I think we managed to produce quite a decent piece of 'art' at the end of the day, pretty fast, considering that for the first half of the day, karen and I painted alone.

Primary school children are indeed 'kids', they run about the school like little monkeys, asking really really interesting questions every now and then, at first i tried my best to entertain them and give them my full attention but later, guess that my patience was really running thin especially the fact that i was painting on a ladder makes me feel too nervous to crack my head and think of stupid answers for the kids. Luckily i have karen with me, she's always at ease with the kids, very patient..haha. I remembered telling someone that facing my sec 1 and 2 students is as good as going into the zoo and face a group of monkeys. Now I have to take back my words, the primary school kids are far...haha...energetic than them. I always find it amazing as in how could they be so hyper all the time? They look as if they are on 'rechargeable batteries' and besides, they have back up batteries as well. I saw a sign somewhere in the school which wrote " Please do not run. Walk" (something like that, very simple), and I was laughing out, for the whole day, I didn't see any kid who actually 'walked' around in school, running is there usual motion, their either run or 'fly' past you, in whichever case, their speed is remarkable.Guess I'm really getting old...sighz.

Towards the end, I volunteered to paint the giraffe which is all the way at the top. I really regretted for not growing taller, so subsequently, we carried two ladders, one if it was really huge, according to the DM, it is their 'tallest' ladder. so then I started my adventure, don't laugh at me, wait till you try to climb on that legendary ladder you'll know why i called it an 'adventure'. It was shaking like nobody's business while I was climbing up. Everyone was exceptionally sympathetic towards me except Grant who seem to love to see me suffer...-_-'' He offered to help me hold the ladder and commented that "your mini skirt isnt a very goof dressing code for ladder climbing activities"...-_-''' yeah i know but how on earth would I know that I will be soing such dangerous work beforehand? And Karen is afraid of height, no one else has the artistic talent to draw a giraff..so i had to do it...but grace whispered to me that..."Grant's offer to help me hold the ladder might well be an attempt to shake me off the ladder ( end of with a wink)" -_-'' gosh...what a scare..

Joyce smsed the meeting place for dinner with Mr Low. I don't feel like going, really. Not so much about me being angry, to be honest, I could never be angry with mr low for longer than 5 hrs...sighz, but i just don't feel like seeing him, cos i dun want to engage in another discussion or argument regarding my choices and all those things, i don't feel like talking about those anymore, my mind is more or less quite settled..

Sat is the official signing of the agreement and UCL havent sent me anything other than their accommodation booklet and unconditional offer. As for LSE, to my horror, they sent me their official acceptance letter. I thought that as long as i don't send them my english result, they will just reject me when the deadline comes, never did i expect them to send me their official offer letter this early, all the information on applying visa and everything makes me feel a million times more sorry that before, ark, should i just write a letter and tell them? arhhh...