Je'mapelle Jane

So the Interactors of my school had International Understanding Day yesterday and obviously, it was themed Viva La France. Well, without even thinking I knew for a fact I was definitely going as a mime because I did that for Halloween last year and it worked pretty well. So, as you can see I was pretty excited. The decor was phenomenal, the food was pretty delish, the performances cray cray and the company was the best. Though I really wanted to win the plastic crown for best dressed but I lost (much sigh), I'm still happy that I went as a mime because I may never get the chance to dress as one ever again. So, congrats to the Interactors of SMK Seafield you guys are cray cray uh-may-zing.

Photobooth sess before the event.

Taking a break outside cos I'm not a raver.

Credits to this guy for the pictures! (Both for this post and the Bomba camp one)

Jane.

Mismanaged

So, life's been a little hectic and I'm not to cope well with it. Easy to freak and with mass amount of impulsive rage, I'm not one to think before I act when in a state of distress. Well recently the reign of the school's queen ended and we had a whole big farewell party for her with performances fit for royalty. No surprise that I was put in charge with music. During big events like this the teachers put the responsibility on us students to be perfect as ever, failure is not an option. However I am definitely not the depiction of perfect and I clearly am a flawed little jigsaw piece that's cut at the edges so I won't fit into any frigging jigsaw puzzle (cliche). So, I screwed up bad with the whole thing admitting that I was wrong for not being extra careful with the sound check. Well what is done is done and I clearly can't do anything to turn back time. If I could would but I can't. Unfortunately I still feel that closure has yet to be found, after being 'talked to' by one of the teachers in charge of one of the farewell performances. So, I suppose the next thing I should do is awkwardly apologize and run away. Well. venting done, life goes on and laundry has to be done. Au revoir.

Jane.