I do not have anything much to write about, except that my legs bacame jelly thrice today:

1) When i had to resist explosions in my stomach for almost about half an hour till they got out south.
2) Before the NAPFA 1.6km run
3) After the NAPFA 1.6km run

Okay i just thought of a really interesting story plot. To keep it short im just gonna take out all descriptive phrases.

Our family gathered at my gong gong's shack today. We were all very happy and screaming HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR into each other's ear. Not one for chaos and crowds, i sat in a corner looking at the button that my grandfather had given me. At that time, both me and my cousin were present when he passed over the button. It was silver with a tinge of metallic grey on it. My grandfather told me never to press that button, or else the world would end. I was not one for believing in that yarn, but out of respect, I and my cousin did not press it. Happily, we celebrated CNY. However, a very unfortunate thing happened. My grandpa suddenly had a heart attack and died. This led the family into a state of shock, that somthing so unholy could happen on such a joyous occasion. A few months later, we were all gathered back at the shack, not to celebrate, but to mourn for the loss of a loved one. my cousin and i were too young to take part in the rites and sat in the corner instead. While the rites proceeded, my cousin remembered the button and asked if i still had it with me. When i replied positively, he asked me: "Do you belive in that silly old man's tales? Why not you press the button? After all, he's dead." However, i was still skeptical and budged only after he asked profusely. I opened the case and my finger hovered around the button. i pressed it. I waited a few seconds in shocked suspense, pressed it a few more times, and said: " Wow, nothing happ---

(7:07:00 PM)