I fought the war but the war won.

yesterday we had a real fire on the 2nd floor in school, but when the alarm went off everyone stayed in their seats because they couldn't be bothered to move. and there I was at the back of the lecture theatre darting my eyes back and forth, looking at Alfred wondering why he's still so happy, looking at the two exits which suddenly appeared extremely inviting. for a moment I thought I smelt smoke then I realised it was probably just me being paranoid.

geez I am such a wimp when it comes to fires. don't blame me- I'm terrified of them.

anyway when the lecture ended (I still can't believe nobody wanted to be evacuated!!) my friends and I rushed out to apply whatever we've learnt during journalism class to the real world. wanted to snoop around the 2nd floor, but I chickened out. wanted to ask the mat-mat CD what exactly happened, with a notebook and pen in hand, but we didn't. they looked too important and anyway, a few mintues later I lost interest in the fire and absent-mindedly wandered back to my seat.

//I fought the war
I fought the war but the war won't stop for the love of God.