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Monday, February 07, 2005

i sacrificed you.

no tag board in case you didnt realise, its the commenting system. so anyhows, do send your love alright.

i had a tiring day in school. PE after break is not a good suggestion.
ran like 2.0 km and i felt like puking and could feel my stomach upside down, partly cos of my period.
ughhh. rested for awhile in the canteen and eugene fana all were there. ha ha ha.
groovy chickens on the move yet again.
then down to the aquarium.. for 3 periods cos we skipped bio lect. i didnt want to be inside an airconditioned place anyways.
amazingly star didnt fall aslp during chem. applaud please. for 3 straight periods. and follwed by GP haha. still alive and kicking, only craving for you know what.
and i slpt late last night, i think im quite hyped for something but i dont know what.
ran for the fcking bus(havent done so in 2545652423487 years.) rah. haha.
literally panting yyada yada.
oh yes anyhows we're given no say in the distribution of the retainees with regards to 2nd intake.
i guess the best we can do is to prove them oh fucking wrong. burnnnnnnnnnnn motherfuckers.
i feel healthy and proud of myself and yet at the same time, lousy for being so weak. slap me now.
to those who needs to be eradicated from our class now, please scram soon, cant stand the sight of ya'll.
for hating our guts and whatnots.
if you cant beat us join us. dont be a sore loser and bitch behind our backs yeaaa.
anyhows, im used to it so fuck it.

how about having a strong intuition that someone you long to see would be somewhere,
yet you cant/arent there to catch sight of that someone.
and having scents and sights that constantly remind you of that someone,
like a tiny glass shard that cant be removed from the inflicted wound.

on a lighter note, tiffany's PRETTY. and i mean pretty. (:
OH btw. someone commented i look like im from hongkongg. whatthefckkk?

it's a leap of faith when you know someone out there still cares,
and when i call out to you, will you be right there, right there..

drenched in distaste ; 7:17 PM



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