I always think that i'm a strong girl.

But, i totally breakdown today.

Broke my prototype's joint at the very last min when its already almost time for us to pack up.And, its almost impossible to mend it.

Raymond came to my help. While he started to remedy my prototype, my tears just keep on rolling down the face of mine, without control. Which, i think i can't even hide it. I told him that i going toilet, hoping no more ppl notice i'm actually tearing.

I cried out loud in the toilet for a few good minutes like i had a breakup or something. I don't even know when was the last time i cried so bad. I look at the mirror. My eyes were obviously red. Even my eyelid area. When i thought i was pretty cooled down, i decided to go back to my prototype.

I thought by looking down, no one will notice. But, viola. Everyone did. By then i was facing my miserable prototype, trying to superglued it back. Then, Don was like : "Huiching, come.. i tell you... actually ah..."

I started tearing like fuck before he even finish his sentences.

DAMN my tears.

I went to the canteen and cried my heart out, again. The kind whereby i keep on SNIFF-ING and SNIFF-ING. geddit? k good.

I just can't control it.Which is embarrassing and so unglam. sigh. Luckily Its a Saturday. However, to my surprise the fruitjuice uncle was at the canteen. And, he came to console me. He was back in school to replenish his goods.

I hope monday come soon. Since my project is already screwed up. The grades doesnt matter anymore. As long as they let me pass, I'm happy enough.

Just kindly laugh out loud when u see my prototype on Monday. I'm doing Ngee Ann Polytechnic Souvenir. Cardholder to be specific.

THANKS.