Today I made two extremely dumb statements, which I shall not repeat here in case anyone decides to sue me for giving them stomach cramps. :/
2.4 is over! it was laborious HAHA. not mentioning the dumb Fruitips incident.
Tomorrow is Labour Day! Which, according to me and Mary-Anne, should be the only day where we actually labour. So we should not, and do not, need to labour on the other 364 days, which aren't "Labour Day"s.
The world should just operate on our frequency. :D It would be a much more logical and simple place to live in. O:)

I thought I knew you, but no. The you I knew wouldn't have done that. I don't even think you know how many people you've hurt. Give me a choice, and I wouldn't be saying all these, because it hurts. It bloody hurts because I thought the world of you. Push the boat too far out to sea, and it will never return.

After 3 days of laughing away like nobody's business, enjoying the air-conditioning in the Music Room for 10 hours straight and sitting till our butts were numb, tomorrow its back to Reality. :|
Maybe that's why I dreamt that I had a toothache.
Anyway, Coach Barry/Mary was super lame! Like, the lamest person I've ever known, and that's saying something when I know someone called Mary-Anne. And yours truly ain't exactly the most serious person on Earth.
Since I am supposedly rather heavily left-brained, why is my math still !@#&$( ?! ):
Differentiation and integration is really going to drive me to disintegration one (soon) day. But still, that kind of explains why I suck at handling right-brained situations and don't understand a lot of right-brainish stuff. Hee.
Okay I've kept my feet on the ground because I've done my Respiration worksheet alr! And I'm going to go and fry my brains (to quote Louisa) and attempt some Math papers. ):

One of the greatest wisdoms in life is probably to know a lost cause when you see one, and then the action to follow it would, supposedly, be to give it up.

So when cold sweat pours down your back at what should have been a happy ending, recognize it for what it actually is. Instead of what you wanted it to be.

today, i embarrassed myself soooo badly! )':
i shall not talk about it anymore.

anyway, dM/dt = 1litre/hr now, where dM/dt is the mucus production rate. therefore dTP/dt = 1packet/hr. see, i'm continuing to talk crap.

i am starting to see stars, i think. HEEEELSOOOOOONG! here i comeeeee! wahaha. :D

if only you would stop for a moment, turn back and look at me, would you like what you see?
no, i don't think you would.

"i feel so thick and heavy, and so very tired."
"she's very nice to me, she'd never do that to me."
"i want to hate you, but i really don't know how to."

Yesterday was great. Or part of it anyway.

Yet maybe its because people grow up at different points of time with different events they encounter. I don’t know why things are the way they are now. Why is it that even though things look much better than they were, I feel even more unsettled.

Then again, its not like I haven’t gained anything from this. I’ve realized who are the people in my life who are just great. (: I’ve realized that there are so many things which I can only try very hard to right.

In life, You form a lot of unique relationships between me and the people I meet. Whether they bring me joy and laughter, tears and sadness or disappointment and frustration, I thank You for them.

I want to walk a long, straight, light-grey concrete road. It doesn't have to have beautiful scenery along it, just some dark-leafed trees.
I would like it to be rather wide, but not very. I would walk right in the middle. I would walk at a steady, slow pace and savour every step.
I want a curb at the start of the road, where I can sit down and rest before I begin my walk. I will sit at the curb and look at the sun setting behind the broccoli-like trees. I'd squint a little at the bright gold light, then get up on my feet.
I will start off looking down, at my tattered black converse sneakers, and think about how comfortable they are. I will cross my arms to feel safe. Slowly, I will lift my head up again, clasp my hands together and sway a little to the beat in my head.

Yes, I think that's what I would like to do after O's. Not the only thing, of course. But its probably what I would like to do most. (:

I am sick of feeling stupid. Stop saying I've still got her, because she's the one that's confusing me through and through.

Several months more and I will go and live in the Democratic Republic of Congo below the International Poverty Line of US$1 per day, and I will ask them whether their quality of life is better than ours here.

You're so hard to fathom, and you have me clinging on to every little bit I get like a starving beggar to breadcrumbs off the table. The thing is, even I don't understand why I'm cheapening myself like that.

I don't like this blog anymore, not when people I know are reading it. I don't want people to know all this I'm writing here, because if I wanted people to know I'd have told them instead of typing it all out here (like DUH). What's worse is that people will ask me who or what I'm writing about, when actually all I will say is nothing.

On a lighter note, assembly today was so fun! Haha all those 新谣 make me feel as if I were 6. And I got positively high at a certain point in time.