the runway lights are the deepest blue
like the colour of your eyes
I forgot what I wanted to blog about.
That's okay, I can squeeze something out since I'm so damn bored now because similar triangle questions are so similar and I am tired of practising. That's news. If I don't ace tomorrow's test, I will die.
Stop partying now.
And OH THE HORROR! My, let's say, tri-annual sore throat has made a comeback once again. Because I screamed like hell at finals yesterday and after that I ate TWO cup thingos of yanyan biscuits! What joy! Well what can I say I couldn't resist the goddamned strawberry cream. I love y'all darling bacteria for attacking my vocal cords during this crucial period of time. APPRECIATE IT, LITTLE 'UNS. I realise that I shouldn't have sung today, I think by the 6th I would have to whisper on stage.
Actually I think I only have myself to blame cos I suck at disciplining myself and self-control. :) Gah lowchingchieh smart ass you are so... smart.
Gen is mean for hitting me extremely hard on the head with her waterbottle during choir today, the pain was oh-so-sensational. And HOMYGAWD I am a good discoverer for discovering something very worth the discover during the recess practice. *looks at mong*
EIGHT FRIGGIN DAYS TO SYF and I don't feel a friggin thing! No stress, not nervous or excited, nothing. Just appalled by the number of days left to our doom, which will be experienced in very suitable attire. Red red red red, like hell. Never mind. MENTAL STRENGTH, we say! And look at the baby on the "SMILE" poster on the whiteboard. It's so friggin cute you really can't help but smile. LOOK AT THE BABY :D
The other child's having a fit again. I love this home, it's full of warmth.
That's okay, I can squeeze something out since I'm so damn bored now because similar triangle questions are so similar and I am tired of practising. That's news. If I don't ace tomorrow's test, I will die.
Stop partying now.
And OH THE HORROR! My, let's say, tri-annual sore throat has made a comeback once again. Because I screamed like hell at finals yesterday and after that I ate TWO cup thingos of yanyan biscuits! What joy! Well what can I say I couldn't resist the goddamned strawberry cream. I love y'all darling bacteria for attacking my vocal cords during this crucial period of time. APPRECIATE IT, LITTLE 'UNS. I realise that I shouldn't have sung today, I think by the 6th I would have to whisper on stage.
Actually I think I only have myself to blame cos I suck at disciplining myself and self-control. :) Gah lowchingchieh smart ass you are so... smart.
Gen is mean for hitting me extremely hard on the head with her waterbottle during choir today, the pain was oh-so-sensational. And HOMYGAWD I am a good discoverer for discovering something very worth the discover during the recess practice. *looks at mong*
EIGHT FRIGGIN DAYS TO SYF and I don't feel a friggin thing! No stress, not nervous or excited, nothing. Just appalled by the number of days left to our doom, which will be experienced in very suitable attire. Red red red red, like hell. Never mind. MENTAL STRENGTH, we say! And look at the baby on the "SMILE" poster on the whiteboard. It's so friggin cute you really can't help but smile. LOOK AT THE BABY :D
The other child's having a fit again. I love this home, it's full of warmth.
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