(I'm writing in honour of Yesterday)

The Graduation Night.
It finally came.

So lets see...girls were supposed to wear SKIRTS, no pants, jeans etc.
So I wore a really really long white skirt.
So long that I still regret it. ^^;
Okaa helped me to choose it and so on and so forth.
The thing was, when I arrived at school, I realized(uneasily) that many people were staring at me.
I dunno...
And then...CRAP!
Many people kept commenting that I looked sexy or that I was going to a wedding or something like that.
It really kinda pissed me off.
I mean, like... WHAT THE HELL IS SO SEXY???!!!
It looked perfectly normal to me.
Nosestud Girl even said that I was daring and that my parents weren't strict (about what I wore).

Come to think of it, whenever I wear a top that my Okaa chooses, people will always end up commenting that it was sexy.

...

Yeah...I wonder why too...

*(clears throat)*

You know something?
At first when I went into the school, I felt really giddy.
Too many people!!!!!!
I was not used to so many people and then...as the time past by, I was aware of myself becoming increasingly self-conscious.

And then...the b** strap at the back was showing.
So it was really irritating and many of the girls kept telling me about it.
Otherwise...It was great.

Anyway, the 'great' part only came when we were to go to the hall.
I was so freakily afraid of going up on stage to shake that Principal's hand and bow in front of so many humans!!!!!!

My stomach was positively churning.
But I managed to get through it.
Oh well.
Those crappin' shoes were so SHARP!!!!!
I was sure they were slicing through my skin...

Ni-chan had blisters too.
And here Otoo kept trying to take pics of the class (which is GOOD!) unlike MINE who was constantly trying to take pics of my freakish face.

I loved the performance.
Though I was never very close to my other classmates, I didn't know why; but I felt a spark of pride at their performance.

But the bloody thing was, when Nosestud Girl, Boo-chan and I were at the gallery, that baka sensei (which I dunno her name) told me that my b** strap(at the back; is it called a b*** strap in the 1st place?) could be seen.
She told me to go to the toilet and tighten the thing that was suffocating me.
...
pissed.

Anyway, my 2 loyal pals went to the toilet with me, while saying that it wouldn't make a difference and that tat sensei was very tranditonial (Indian).

So we went to the toilet and sure enough, the thing could not be possibly tight enough so I figured that if I held up the top with my underarms, the bl**** sensei wouldn't notice.
Who cares?

Nosestud Girl was reluctant to go up to the gallery again because of that sensei but I told her that we shouldn't be afraid of her.
We didn't get into trouble anyways.

The good-byes were sad.
The farewell hug had hurt.
But I KNOW we will be meeting each other 4 years later.
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Then there was still cell.
I went to cell in hope that I could fit in.
But then...
I still couldn't.
I still felt like an outsider.
I will never fit in...I guess.

TADA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!♪♪♪

So there you have it!
One eventful night cut short by me coz I'm too lazy to type it all out in elaborate detail.
...
Jyaa~~~~~~♥♥♥

Oh wait.
I forgotten to mention that something disturbing came up with my Okaa.
There is this lump, as big as a 50 cent coin at her stomach.
I really hope nothing will happen to her.
I had this prob once, but the lump appeared at my underarm but shrank away a few months ago.
May God Bless my Okaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!