really really sorraye. because i lost my cable & am tooooooooooooooo lazy to send the pictures ONE BY ONE over with bluetooth.
will attempt to recover cable soon. :D
patience, young jedi.
i'm tired. ):
i know i know. yeah, guitar rocks <3. manday as a lot of one night stands. EEEEEEEEEYER. (BLOGGED ABOUT YOU ALR MANDAY! :D ) hailong sings SUPER out of tune. audrey and michelle are scary on the piano. zhiyan feels bad when she sees people playing the piano because she takes organ instead. -.- rhythmn people seem to have a strange affinity with chocolate. celeste will be as heavy as her file soon. cheryl is pregnant with manday's child. xin ying is manday's unborn child. -.- i forgot the rest. {zaos before people can suan me} :D i can't remember anything from lessons. -.- except that i wrote two paragraphs of the english descriptive nonsense in history & now feel very ashamed of them. "why are we called ANGLICAN?" "WE'RE BRITISH!" dweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeb. & i heard from manday that the csj woman said that 'shut up' is a vulgar word. OH WOW OH WOW. i like ripping from manday.
My caffeine intake has also doubled in the past month. Makes me wonder when
I'll turn into
caffeine-addicts-who-can't-loosen-up-because-they-worry-too-much.The system is
making us turn into these kinds of people. Heck, most of us will be turned into
money-grubbing-anal-retentive-tight-arsed-suit-wearing-farts. This school is fun
because of the friends you make, but, other than that, I don't really see what's
to be proud of it. To hell with the system.
Anyway, the upside of today is, IT'S MEOW'S FOURTEEN BIRTHDAY! HAPPY
BIRTHDAY!!!
i have, the perfect, life.
i have the bestest friends anyone could desire.
i don't need to worry about my next meal, or any money-related problems.
i love my CCA.
i have a nice class.
i'm one of the (according to dr boon) top 10% students of the entire uh, country. (apparently.)
my parents don't abuse me.
i'm perfectly fine & have no uh, disabilities.
i have a healthy & regular body.
i live a life of luxury.
but i am, in my own words, fickle-hearted.
i live without an aspiration. i don't know what my passion is.
i gave up ballet.
i gave up writing.
i gave up swimming.
i gave up painting.
i gave up volleyball.
i gave up drawing.
i would nearly have given up organ.
and even now i don't feel so passionate about it.
odd, i don't know how i should continue forging on without something to work towards. it's just finish secondary, take the O levels, get on to JC (if i can even manage it), go to university, come out, get a desk job, i don't know what else.
and i don't even know what subjects i should take.
i need to think a little. thoughts buzz around my head like flies to a carcass. i tried to swat them away, but they only keep multiplying and returning in greater swarms. sometimes they darken my thoughts.
smile, sweetie. :D