As I am writting this, my heart is at Mariott for the DnD while my brains are busily cracking up at the prospect of writing something about me. Hours later, it will be the grand finale to this FOC. Grand finale sounds cool but in actual fact, it's simply a money reaping event aimed at pinching the final cents out of the poor students in us. The steep cost has actually limited several of our commitments, more so for the gals because they've got to get a dress as well as make-up for the occassion, in order to prove a thing or two that pageant gals aren't the only things to look forward in a Dnd. In any case, I'm actually looking forward to it because this year will be a major improvement from last year. Sitting at 3 tables, we are the strongest contingent in tonight's event. And our bashful pageant gal who forgot what does yellow represent for her, has became the red hot favourite to win. In funkygrad that is. For Topaz has been rapidly pumping votes for her throughout the entire week just to make sure she goes in high morale and superb mood. Thanks to the 50 gmail invites that I have, I have now created countless gmail accounts with absolute no worth at all. Writing something about myself has taken away some of the excitment in me though. It's so fucking hard to write a paragraph of myself, let alone 500 words. And to portray myself in an unusually different yet positive light that will convince the school to send me to USA will take some brain cracking. Other than the usual 'I did this and that while I was in secondary school' and 'i hope to gain some experience in learning to adapt in an overseas country', I seriously have to put my acts together and present something that will take the readers' breath away. The deadline is Monday. Argh! -Footer- If you are thinking what the topic is suggesting, it suggests nothing. I can't think of a topic lar..sibei sian!!