CIP in the morning. CIP, for the information of the clueless, stands for Community Involvement Programme. For Secondary 3s, we have to perform gardening activities at Kent Ridge Park, our school's adopted park. Basically we were removing weeds and pruning the plants. Our turn was a short one, because another class was to do the same stuff later in the morning. For the rest of the time since arriving back at school, the debate team discussed about the debate. The foundation's laid; all we needed to do was to research and write out our speech.

Horror of horrors! A boy (my mother said he might have been Primary 6) tried to jump off the flat I was living in (from 6th storey). I saw it from my bedroom, which was on the 7th storey. About 5 people were pulling him back; he had gone over the railing of the corridor and was standing on the ledge. I didn't count the time, but a while later the people pulled him back and brought him into his house. After some time, some people from the SCDF brought him away, maybe to see a psychiatrist - or is it a psychologist? I can't tell the difference.

Goes to show how real reality can be.