why is it that when I tell people from school how I’m just gonna give up and not study, they don’t say anything, but yet there is this silent *GASPS*.

Seriously, life isn’t really all about our studies! And I’m entitled to not do well for certain mods because well, I’m just human! Sometimes I really don’t understand why everyone is competing so much with the rest of the students. What is your ultimate goal for doing so? AIYO. Maybe I’m just not far sighted as the rest of you and maybe you’ll be off to like a better head start in your career or something if you get a damn good gpa. Well good for you. I’m NOT ambitious like that so don’t expect me to be as competitive as you. If you wanna judge me and if we can’t be friends because I’m like that then sorry, I don’t think I need you as a friend also.

In fact, you should be glad that there’s one less person to compete with.

Not talking about anyone in particular actually. Just ranting about SMU and how most of the students stink because they have become so results oriented.  

fELiCiA says:

*hie hie~

*thanks for accepting~

*heehee

*llCHARMAINEcremebruleell__ <3 [you’re like a hard candy with a surprise center.] mixed feelings says:

*ermm.. nope nope

*heehee

*i just log in friendster

*and saw your profile..

*and then i add you

*sorrie!

*:(

*i’m felicia

*:)

Didn’t know people still use friendster. Or still add random people like that.

Today, I woke up early to drive my daddy to the doctor’s because his tummy still hurts.

I wanted to know what the pain was like because I don’t remember how being down with serious diarrheoa feels like.

Me: Is it very pain still? Like want to shit but cannot shit kind of pain is it?

Daddy: No. Like somebody hammer you that kind of pain.

HAHA. Never been beaten up so I cannot really empathize.

Anyway, can’t week for this week to be over because I am very excited for Saturday! Cafe Del Mar with Priya and Jo :) At the same time I want time to slow down because I have not touched MS which is on sat morning :( Haiyo.

Me: dont like the girl who is talking,

*lol

*bitchy much?

Me:

*and i dont like the name jazzy. what sort of a name is tt

Avinesh:

*her mum likes music,can u blame the girl?

*go scold her mother la

*no way her dad came up with that name

Me:

*haha its still damn disgusting.

Avinesh:

*dads come up with drizzle

Me:

*can you pls try not to make me burst out laughing. i have made enough noise in class for today.

You look different in every single shot you take. It’s so fake and it disgusts me.

I was just telling Clarebear about the song “You belong with me”, the one by Taylor Swift, and how I’d always thought the girl that she played in the song was mighty pathetic. And also how I’d thought that if anything, I’d be the cheer captain with the short skirt. But it’s crazy how I thought wrong, and now i feel like the fucking loser girl in T-shirts and sneakers (metaphorically speaking because I don’t wear either, ever) sitting on the fucking bleachers.

FUCKING CHEERLEADER YOU. Just you wait. Converse girl will rule the world.

PRIYATHAANA JUST CHEERED ME UP A LOT.

THIS IS WHY SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND AND I LOVE HER.

(btw I know that’s not how you spell your name but I always call you that anyways)

You wait for a silence
I wait for a word
Lying next to your frame
Girl unobserved
You change your position
You’re changing me
Casting these shadows
Where they shouldn’t be

We’re interrupted
By the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent
What’s already begun
You’re just a body
I can smell your skin
And when I feel it
You’re wearing thin

But I’ve got a plan
Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer
Decide the words I say?
Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?

Sat on your sofa
It’s all broken springs
This isn’t the place for
Those violin strings
I try out a smile
And I aim it at you
You must have missed it
You always do

But I’ve got a plan
Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer
Decide the words I say?
Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows

Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer
Decide the words I say?
Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?
Won’t you try to help me?
Won’t you try to help me?

Fell asleep to this song yesterday night. It was on repeat the entire time. I don’t really like this emo nemo me.

ouchthathurt a whole fucking lot cheebyecheebyecheebye.

I kinda just sit around hoping that some random topic will pop up, giving either me or you a chance to start a conversation with each other.

These days, my mood fluctuates quite abit. I’ll be in a really good mood if we talk or meet but if not, my day would kinda suck.

Today sucks.

ohpleasepleasetalktome.

I cannot even believe how desperate I sound and the fact that I already have a boyfriend. Trust me, I am super bothered about it but I really cannot help it. I half hope this attraction is just physical and that it’ll go away in time to come.

Just came back from camp and I had a blaasstt! This time as a faci, so I could stand in a corner and laugh and take photos of my freshies being tortured. Had many enojyable moments and I’m veryvery glad I did this just before school starts. I really needed something like this to spice up my summer!

My favourite picture has to beeeee this mass orgy looking picture but it’s with my co faci so I’ll just have to waait!

Still on a camp high even though I’ve probably slept a combination of about 12 hours in 4 days. I AM A CHAMP!