reluctant.

i wanted to write a story. had the idea in my head, but now not in the mood. i was writing it in my mind..

see, that just proves that you can never plan posts. if you even try to, it will fail horribly.

i really don't know what to say now. it's like, all jammed.

today's trip home was nice, we overspammed soccer before that. in my opinion anw, cos i suck and i never get the ball. then again. it's nice to try.

you should be able to get all the crap loo said on fiona's blog. she's gonna blog soon abt it cos i can't remember. and we were super loud on the bus and mrt, everyone staring at us..epic.

why do i always feel sleepy once the train hits tamp? what's the point, get to sleep for one stop only. sometimes, i just feel like sleeping spontaneously. just stay in the train and sleep and let it go wherever it takes you.

that'll be fun to do...in other countries. cos i already know this one too well. it'll be an adventure, a real adventure. of course, earphones would be required first.

what else...oh yes blah blah blah yx just ruined my mood. we need to do geog.

he's right, i shouldn't play that much soccer.

things to do tonight :

1. geog volcano shitty thing.

2. file phy

3. file chem

4 file math?

5. start on chem ws. = do q1

6. sleep.

oh yes, PM came our school today, it's damn wtf-ish, it's normal then suddenly it's just announced that he's visiting our school. and so they deadlock sealed the lifts for the morning. retarded. and png was going all excited and wanting to take a pic with him, and i was like,

OMG WHY DO YOU CARE HE'S JUST SOME GUY. I MEAN I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM PERSONALLY OR ANYTHING, SO I FIND THAT SHOOTING HIM WITH A LASER RAY GUN WOULD BE MORE INTERESTING. IF YOU WANNA FIND HIM THEN LEAVE ME OUT OF IT, AND YES, I'M NOT PATRIOTIC.

that's mainly it. sounds a bit cynical though heh. don't judge me kay.,

actually i think i'll get arrested.

( okay, firstly, i don't have a laser ray gun, if not hema would be fried by now. also, secondly, they didn't actually deadlock seal the lifts, i doubt if we even have the technology to do that. it's fictional. i just like the word).

time to do geog. i don't get the bonus marks for submitting early thing. it catches all of us out.

oh, and saw two kids crossing the road and cycling all over it on tricycles. insane dudes. seriously. like those suicidal pigeons.

swiss.

ultimatium.

finally finish journal. it's so tiring.

it's even more tiring to think of what's coming up. geog test w4, need to do 3 more journals, then math gct tmr, another chem prac i think. can't rmb. and then phy definitely need to retest. failed for sure.

need. to sleep.

and then need to file math and chem, so tiring. and then physics, it's all so much. lying inside my drawer now and i'm lazy to file because it's late, so file tmr. so much procrastination.

it's amazing how my mood changed when i realised i did math journal wrongly. i did it without knowing what the thing's about, that's so not good. it's like slacking, yet i feel i didn't slack cos i just spent a few hours on it.

love the way you lie.

oh, and someone tell me what this means.

math journal to finish ya.

i realise most of my motivation comes from the "fun" from doing work and the feeling of productiveness after that.

and also, that chia will kill me if i don't do this.

considering it's me, i'm lucky if i manage to crank it out in one night. not that bad, cos png did most of it le, THANK YOU! see, i'm appreciative. so need to do B, which is utter rubbish, then reflections. they even have guide for doing reflections, thank goodness, if not i won't know what to say.

and then there's math gct tmr. differentiation de. it's like what chia says, " it's okay if you don't understand, just pretend to understand, and know how to differentiate can le."

well, i started early, so there's an extra hour?

not really, i waste the first half an hour blogging and getting png to send me the thing. heh.

oh yes, presentation today! thank goodness it's over. you know zuowei and yongchern before us, then somehow they're doing the same article, then i was like wtbloodyasjidfoausao8dshit, but mainly he was just cursing taiwan, so our points not bad, but i repeated myself like 3 times i think ==

heck, it's over. what are the chances man. how many articles are there in the world.

well i suppose we picked it from that set so the chances are like 1 in 20+ ! x sth! but still.

there's a pokemon movie btw. they're ruining the world. next they'll probably do spongebob.

here's something for you. it's a video....about fb chat. very real, very real.

how often is it, that two people just miss each other? it's like so close, but so far away.

enrique iglesias looks like fabregas.

seriously, he does.

this is a short one, need to go off and study bio. still don't know what's bundle of HIS, help me.

i feel like i was a bad person today. like, douchier, very bossy, too loud, far too loud. sigh. i can never satisfy myself. but the people around me don't give me feedback! it's difficult. and it's difficult to change, most of the things i do are spontaneous.

english presentation tmr, wish me luck. super impromptu, picked the article today, then chionged in mentoring and that 1h they gave us. i think they were kinda pissed, but wtf la, you can't tell people the presentation's on tue, then send a random email on sat(which i only received a couple of hours ago) to tell them it's monday. and wth, why must we do combined class. seriously! it just makes you nervous cos you're presenting to a lot more people, and you only know half of them. i prefer 308, it's like everyone's nice and you know them all. it's easier to present to them.

hai. why must ms lam get pregnant. actually, i prefer having her around..

okay, my mood was bad in the morning due to PE. i hate PE, it sucks, we never get anything good. first we get BBALL, which is okay i suppose, but he still talks a lot a lot. actually that's not his fault, most pe teachers have to. then we get VBALL, which i get pissed at cos i suck at it so i generally spend most of the time helping to roll the tape out and roll it back. and kick the ball randomly.

and next we have TRACK. wtf, track's goddam pointless. i take back that line that i said about 7 months ago. i must have been crazy, i don't like running, i hate running. i die after 1 round dammit. WANT SOCCER. you know how much it sucks staring at you guys play it? god.\

WHY TRACK, GODDAMN IT. WE WERE ALL LIKE TELLING HIM WE WANT SOCCER. WTHECK LA, WE NEVER GET ANYTHING GOOD.

tired. oh and you christians can curse me if you want. but you're not allowed to sue me.

just, want everything to be over. hopefully tmr presentation will go smoothly, then bio quiz, then chiong the math journal and type it up by wed, then all sorted!

of course, after that, we prepare for the endless chinese tests/zuowens, and the dreaded geog test.

geog is tiredness.

party, kramu, fiesta, forever.

to be honest, doing the green handprint thing was actually quite fun. but then the silver pen failed on me. typical...

seeya around. will attempt to post tmr on png's com/.

it's always the heart that matters.

and everything else, is mostly irrelevant.

so yes, i'm chatting to png about chelsea's lost while waiting for my doctor who to load on youtube.

all i did today was read a book and suibi. need to start on journal. soon.

-about 50 min later-

i give up posting.

taskborne.

i just realised, it's extremely difficult to distinguish between dreams and reality, when you're dreaming about you in the same situation and place and time.

it is possible that this is the dream actually. dream theory's messed up. i prefer the virtual reality theory.

yes, and i haven't even watched inception. i think my last cinema movie was that horrible shrek one. complete waste of money that one.

lots of stuff to do this weekend, but i don't want to, i just want to sleep.

math journal.

geog volcano thing.

math file.

and....a lot more which i can't remember.

err yeah. the chinese paper. what else.

oh yes, the geog essay about rocks. i think i'll just google everything.

hai. my knee's still not normal.

okay, bye.