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PMS: Day 4
I’m feeling lethargic, my throat is sore and I’m spewing phlegm out like a fountain.
My head hurts; my head feels heavy and my eyes smart when I rub them.
My vision blurs out at times and it hurts each time I blink.
I’m feeling insecure,
I’m feeling small, I feel cornered,
I feel pushed up against the wall.
I can’t sleep properly,
My itchy and stuffy nose is annoying the hell out of me.
I’m losing interest in my friends and my family.
I can’t be bothered to pick up phone calls.
I can’t be bothered to reply messages even though I read them.
But I feel guilty to be so indifferent to such things around me.
I can’t help it.
I don’t know why.
What’s happening to me…?
I’m feeling tired again,
I think I’ll just go and rest my poor, aching head on my pillow and drift off into, hopefully, dreamland.
"Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah."
I think Avril's right.
I guess I'm lost inside too.
Hail Mary.
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Woohoo!
Comment that I’m emo.
Comment that I’m weird.
Comment that I’m dao.
Comment that I’m fake.
Comment that I think too much.
Comment about me behind me back.
Comment about me when you don’t even know me.
I love comments! Bring them on!
I like commenting too!
I like to comment to others that I always imagine myself wielding a gun that can materialize in my hand as and when I want to.
I like to comment to others that I would love to go up right beside your ear and whisper, “Time’s up, darling.” Let my warm breath slide over your ears and into your mind, giving you time to take in those words and cower in fear as you see your life flashing past in front of you.
I like to comment to others that I would like to burrow a hole in your little numbskulls because it probably is so insignificant to you anyway.
I like to comment to others that I if I could eliminate you from my world, it would be a much happier place for me.
My mind has been filled with so many thoughts throughout the day.
It’s gory, it’s sick; it’s perverse and oh-so-sadistic.
I think I'm silently enjoying it, maybe.
But I can’t help but delve into it, be taken in by such thoughts.
It's drawing me in, deeper and deeper;
I'm falling, I'm sinking.
I'm flailing my arms but I can't seem to hold on to anything.
It’s refreshing, it’s sinister and it’s so unlike me.
It’s tingling in my spine as I write this.
I want to describe it and put it into words so badly.
I want you to see what I see in my mind’s eye.
But I shall spare you the agony; you’ll thank me for that.
Am I thinking too much, am I obsessive?
And I wonder about that too…
When you’re obsessing about something, there’s always a reason for it, I guess.
Unfortunately, I can’t seem to find my reason.
Can you help me?
Oh wait, you can’t because you probably think you know me, but you don’t.
So if you wanna continue commenting about me being this and that…
You’d most probably have been blasted into smithereens in my mind countless times.
But wait, who’s complaining again? =)
Hail Mary.
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Am I hoping against Hope?
I submitted my PAE choices 3 days ago. Fearful for what my future might hold for me, I was reluctant to press the “Submit” button. I scanned through my choices again and again and again. Like a man on an adrenaline high, I kept messaging people on MSN and they too, returned the favour. I think it’s just the “kiasu” aspect of choosing a JC because so many factors come to mind when you try to make the best choice possible.
What I considered when choosing the JC were these few factors: friends, family, location, reputation. I questioned others about the aforementioned and I’m not exactly satisfied with every answer provided, because I think at the end of the day, I’m the one who enters in those course codes for the JC. Then again, I felt awfully stressed because after hearing conflicting views from my friends, it ended up in me being even more confused and stressed as ever.
Decisions, decisions, it’s so hard when you want to make a good one but you have a fickle mind.
My fellow Sec 4s, how did you guys feel? Some of you seem so jovial about it, but I haven’t met someone exactly stressed out, unlike me. Maybes it’s because I have such pathetic results that it worries my guts out, but it’s too late to change anything now. I do think I am hoping against hope when I enter the course codes of some of the top-notch JCs that seem almost too far away for me to grasp.
Somehow, I feel that I am struggling towards something that is out of my reach, I yearn and I long for it so badly, to get to where I want. It concerns my future, my happiness; I don’t want to live the next 2 years of my life feeling miserable, vulnerable, and full of spite and jealousy.
Ah, the vortex of emotions that engulfs me everyday. A part of me yearns for that coveted spot in the JC that I want to go to and the another part of me whispers, “It’s okay, that JC may not be the best, you can always try harder.” Hah. Even I’m a conflicted mess.
”Try harder” the ringing of these 2 words in my head seem almost laughable. Deluded?
I think I really am at this point in time.
How apt!
Then there’s the teachers… they tell me the choices made are based on the individual and if I think that’s the best choice for me, I should just go for it. They say that it doesn’t matter which JC you enter. You can be in the best JC and score all Ds or an average JC and still score all As. How can I argue with that? I just take their “advice” as they come and smile at their words whilst nodding in “agreement”.
But wait, there’s another obstacle that blocks my path: Family. My mum, my dad, my brothers… Yes? No? Yes? No? And the battle for what I choose to be a part of my life is shattered into shambles when my mother comes into the picture. We end up quarrelling, butting heads, whining and feeling like shit at the end of it.
I feel so useless, yet so used, so manipulated after such exchanges.
I want to stop struggling and chasing something that I doubt that can ever be caught. I don’t want to feel disappointed when I look at my results next year.
I don’t want to be emotional and depressed when I find out that the results I receive next year will not live up to my, or anyone’s expectation for that matter.
I don’t want to run out of the school hall in tears, lock myself up in the bathroom and sob my eyes out. I don’t want to be the “odd one out” when everyone is basking in jubilation and I, revelling in my misery and cursing myself for my own stupidity.
Stupid Nicolas, I would say, you call that doing your best? I will be a broken 17-year-old, supposedly meant to be happy in this fresh new phase in my life but ending up stuck in a shadow of my former self, having to face even more inner demons. Broken pieces of me, like glass shards that I will try to pick up one by one, when that sharp edge of glass cuts into me, when that drop of blood trickles… I’d probably smile, close my eyes, feel the pain throb through me and say, “But I am only human.”
The day I woke up, Tuesday, was the day I entered in my PAE choices. It seems the stress from the previous night had eaten into me, because it was one of the harshest ways that I had woken up in a long time. Get this, when I woke up that day, I dug my fingernails into my own palm really really hard, hence jolting myself awake. The impression on my palm can still be seen today even though it had healed from an angry red mark when it was still fresh.
See, I have a tendency to hurt myself when in my sub-conscious state. I just hope something like that doesn’t happen again, because when I woke up that day, I felt so unsure of who I was anymore, like it’s so unreal. If it feels this bad just for a PAE exercise, I don’t know how I’d withstand the pressure of selecting my JC after my O level results are out.
And for the better of it, I did manage to pluck up enough courage to click on the “Submit” button at the end of the day. I did break into a smile out of relief because I’d finally gotten something so damning out of my system. I didn’t have to think about it anymore.
Though here I am, grousing at the fact that I had gone through so much just to submit my PAE results… People make choices all the time. I've made my choice, have you made yours? It’s just that sometimes after you have made a choice, you forget for a minute that it was the right one… and it boils down to something called “Hope.”
A statement that I felt strongly about when I saw it is:
Hope is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs man’s torments. But when the world says, “Give up!”
Hope whispers, “Try one more time!”
I find something like that hard to do… don’t you think so? It’s hard to determine whether you have actually tried because it’s something so profound, so difficult to gauge. Then it goes to something called your own limit.
How hard and how long do you try before you can say, “I’ve done enough?”
Is letting go actually something wise to do...?
After everything that has happened…
may I just say that I think I’m deluded?
But a deluded person (me) wouldn’t know that himself, would he?
After all, he is who he is.
Hail Mary.
Graduation Day 2007: I'll never forget the years I spent with my class, 4H, the teachers, fellow schoolmates and everyone else in our Victorian family. I wish you guys well in the coming years and I hope to see all of you soon. Besides, I doubt many of us consider ourselves as graduated yet, have we?
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Graduation Day 2007
The day started off as per normal. We assembled in the parade square and I proceeded to try and assemble the class into 2 rows. One thing about 4H, if you guys already do not know is that, after almost 2 years together as a class, it is virtually impossible to get the entire class to sit in 2 rows. Ah, the dilemma a monitor (Matt and I) has to get into every morning.
The front part where I usually sit is fine, but from then on the rows just become long and snake-like. Who wouldn’t get frustrated? Sometimes, miraculously, the class sits in 2 rows and wow, that really puts a smile on my face and I think I have done my job for the morning. Then again, these occasions are but rare.
I whipped out my attendance book and I already knew in my heart that I might be taking attendance with my all-too-familiar attendance book for the last time, I mean who knows when I’ll get the chance again? I think Amos reminded me about it too as I was lamenting aloud about my last few days taking attendance.
After the flag-raising ceremony, we were promptly dismissed to our classes. I whipped out my attendance book and checked the attendance today. I think the “giant” in our class was missing that day. Hmm. Yeah, so then my dear classmates got into their positions and started rearranging the tables. The bridge gangs got together and started their routines. I sighed, but left them to be, I didn’t want to be a wet blanket on the last day of school. The noise started building up and the classroom was as raucous as ever.
First teacher who came in was Ms Raksha and she gave each of us a Ferrero Rocher packet. Each packet had a simple, yet meaningful message on it that she had personally typed out and signed on. Rayson told her that she spelt my name wrongly and she was apologising profusely to me, but I said it’s ok. I’m used to it! Let me share with you what Ms Raksha said to me:
Dear Nicholas,
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
You are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
Best wishes,
Raksha
10/10/07
Aww, thanks Ms Raksha! I loved the little poem! I’m going to keep that little note you typed out forever, stashed away in my file of memories where I put all my greeting cards and class photos!
Secondly, Mrs Setho came in and started giving little pep talks to our class but I doubt hardly anyone was listening to her. Then she started handing out chocolates to every single one of us. She gave most people Kinder Bueno chocolates and Wei Jie commented she was “budget” as those were the three-in-one kind. I was surprised that she didn’t give me any Kinder Bueno and turned a blind eye to me when she was handing them out. Haha, well that’s because she gave WJ, Matt and I Cadbury chocolates instead! A whole chocolate bar! See for yourselves!
Mrs Setho and her chocolate junkies, namely, Me, Weijie and Matt, together with an extra camwhore Farez at the back!
Pile on the calories baby!
After Mrs Setho left, we began to watch a movie on our class screen. Told Rayson to play 200 pounds beauty because I haven’t watched it yet. We continued watching for a while until our dear principal Mr Low, walked in with a stack of report cards in his hands. With a solemn look on his face, he talked about how he felt about our cohort and how each of us deserved to go into a JC.
After his little “speech”, he began hading out the report cards, I think I shuddered during that moment as I was a little intimidated by his presence, or maybe it was the mere thought of receiving my report card from him. When he finally called my name, I collected my card and he actually complimented me, wow. Mumbled a little thanks and went back to my seat.
When he was done, I think the class heaved a sigh of relief at our liberation from his presence. Resumed watching the movie for a few minutes before Mrs Bala walked in!
Mrs Bala also gave the entire class Ferrero Rocher and some Japanese biscuits which were absolutely delish! She told us about how she enjoyed teaching our class and wished us all the best before she took her leave. Thanks Mrs Bala! =3
Hopefully we score as many A1s as possible for Humanities! *crosses fingers*
Yeah, so basically we spent the entire morning watching the show before we left. Went out with Rayson to MOS and had a nice lunch together with him. Made my way back to school and did a little Biology revision in the library until about 3+ when we had to go to the hall for a formal presentation.
In the hall, the monitors had to go on stage to collect the tie pins and the flag souvenir (it’s called a pennant by the way). Matt carried the pennants while I, the tie pins. Mrs Setho put on the pin for us first since we were the monitors, and Mr Munir presented us with the pennants. Mrs Setho made her way down the rows, presenting the tie pins to each of us, talking to us and dishing out advice to everyone. 
Our dear form teachers all on stage!
Do you think they were raring to go? 
Mr Low presenting the tie pins to Firdaus, Paul and Chin Boon!
They were the first to receive the tie pins!
Mrs Setho & Javin!
Mrs Setho & Javier!
Mr Munir shaking someone's hand!
He looks "serious"! xD
I couldn't help but giggle at this picture.
Don't ask me why... Haha.
As Mrs Setho made her way down the aisle of our class (we were seated in 2 rows of tables), she was all smiles and showed no sign of sadness till she was at one of my classmates, I can’t remember who. Then she just burst out in tears…
I was taken aback by the emotional scene and fought back my own tears. That’s me. I can’t help but start crying when I see someone else cry in front of me. Put my arm around her shoulder and consoled her whilst taking out tissue paper for her to clear her tears. Mrs Setho took a deep breath and continued with the pinning of the tie pins…
After most of the form teachers had given out the tie pins and flags to the entire class, the hall exploded into screams and laughter as each class started gathering together and spammed class photos. Students ran around grabbing teachers to pose with them and many were seen jostling with one another for a particular teacher. It was absolutely crazy and euphoric at the same time! 
My camera was taken and used to take all these photos!
Why never ask me to join in?!?! >:( 
Class photos with our form teachers!
Oh my, I just realized I look like I'm humping Matthias' leg!
Does this mean I'm a bitch?
Looks kinda wrong though. =X
I heart you, Ms Raksha! =)
Chester, this is for you!
The Sec 4 cohort then proceeded to the auditorium where we had our formal prize presentation and the screening of our graduation day video. Mr Low gave his speech by reading out penned down thoughts of some Victorians that had been compiled in the Voices of Victoria book. One memorable quote by a fellow Victorian was something like this:
Victoria School is like a bra; it supports you and is close to your heart.”
Very creative huh? Put a smile on my face and this was received with a loud round of applause!
Next up was the GOH who gave a really long speech about his days in VS. But hey, I guess we were already prepared for it, That’s what the GOHs usually talk about anyway. Listened to what he had to say and I did agree with some of his words. Had to shush a certain idiot from a neighbouring class who kept making snide comments, go away loser!
Camwhores:
Kevin Ng, Nicolas Yee, Kevin Ng.
Prize presentation was really tedious and we had to continue clapping for a long time. I did clap and cheer loudly for people whom I thought were really deserving of the prizes of course. Mr Siow then played the graduation video. Click here to view it.
The video was comical and very meaningful, I’m sure all of us enjoyed it very much! But I'm sure it would have been much better if our class was in it! Too bad we couldn't think of any good ideas as many people didn't want to cooperate.
Well, after the entire ceremony, we headed downstairs for our reception. Ms Tang got us a lovely chocolate cake that was absolutely sinful but she and the other senior leaders of 2006 wouldn't let us get near the cake unless we did something for them. Ended up standing on the table with the SLs and SPSLs and we did the Banana Song in front of everybody. Due to my nervousness, I think I thrusted my hips too wildly at the wrong time. Ooops, my bad.
Some pictures to sum things up a little!
Ms Tang bought the student leaders a cake!
Yum.
Thanks! ^^
Class photo with Mrs Lee!
She actually requested to take a picture with us!
Aww.
Look at Vincent's expression when the person in the middle changes!
Whoa, scary!
JX is just sniggering away... I wonder at what, or whom?
Camwhoring with Qamarul.
Extra Ernest in the middle... *rolls eyes*
Ms Tang cutting the cake for us while being distracted by someone.
I finally managed to take this picture after Qamarul and Ernest kept blocking my camera lens many times!
Take that! Wahaha.
Emo-ers...
Rachit acting (weirdly) cute amongst the Emo people!!!
Haha.
Ms Yeo and I!
Forgot to put my tie back down and ended up looking like a shoddy retard.
Damn.
Me: Hi! This is Yang Han!
YH: That's me!
NUMBERING OFF!
CAMWHORE STYLE!
Can you see what word we're forming?
Ernest is pointing to something OVER THERE!
Shoot him please!!!
VP & I!
Well, you only get this one chance!
A night of laughter, joy, cheers and of course, whore fun. (hor fun, geddit?)
Definitely a night to remember in all of our hearts.
No matter what we have gone through in our lives, this would be one of the days that I will look back, say, "Hey! Look what we were doing then!" and grin widely.
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Oh wow, I finally managed to get this post out after so long.
I guess that uexpected incident kinda pushed me away from facing up to this event that happened in my life, but now that this post is completed, I do hope I can be at peace with myself even more through these happy memories.
So I shan't brood over it and continue to live my life to the fullest.
Do enjoy the pictures that I have posted!
I know many of you from 4H have been asking me for them so here ya go!
And yes, you are very welcome! =)
Hail Mary.
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Picture Post
This was taken last Friday when WeiJie and I went to Parkway for lunch.
Quan Yi Feng and some famous chef were whipping up some dishes for this variety show.
Having nothing to do, we just stayed and watched for a little while before going for lunch.
Surpisingly, we managed to watch the show, sneak a few pictures of them and have lunch all under an hour!
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Having absolutely nothing to do on Wednesday, I decided to tag along with my family to take an unguided tour of Changi's Terminal 3. We actually had to pay $1 per person to go on an unguided tour to see the transit area, departure halls and all that. I actually felt bored going around because there was simply no buzzing of any activity whatsoever, just walked round and round and round. But the cool thing is that, in the transit area, there will be quite a number of "Firsts".
The first Sony shop, the first FIFA shop, the first Apple store and many more. Not to mention the toilets are nice and new! Very hotel-like and luxurious. I'm such a sucker for nice toilets...
Oh yeah, Matthias told me he was there on the same day too but I didn't see him, oh well.
Anyways, took a few pictures since I was bored,
The airport uses "natural lighting", sunlight is reflected off these strategically-postitioned panels so that light will bounce off them and illuminate the airport.
I don't know why this picture is like that, I thought I saved it upright...
Blogger isn't cooperating with me...
Well, here's the number that adorns each row of counters where you buy tickets and stuff.
Notice the little circular things on the panels, those are the air-conditioning units that are more efficient because they are located lower instead of the usual overhead air cons,
Did I mention that the place was absolutely freezing?
Here are the rest of the picutres!
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Okay, Kasidet, I finally uploaded the picture for you!
Thanks for all the reminders!
I'd elaborate more but I'm not feeling too well right now but I'll definitely write a comprehensive post about my one and only 2B, whom I am a proud Peer Leader of!
Enjoy!
Hail Mary.
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OVER + The Adventures Of Little Miss Pink.
Well, It happened.
It happened just like that.
One of the biggest exams of our lives just flew by.
4 weeks of constant studying, going through book after book of jam-packed information. The countless nights of staying back in school where the moon hung sleepily in the warmth of the night. The nights of being in the company of my friends seem to be in figments that are etched across the back of my mind now.
That night atmosphere pulls us back into the mood of nose-burying and the bidding of goodbyes when we walked out to go our separate ways. Now when I think back, it seems like a premonitory scene that will suffice in the coming months.
As the timer moved on to the final minutes, then seconds, of our Biology paper… I was remotely wishing in my heart that time would stop just there and then. The illusory moment felt almost dream-like, so tender and so delicate. The lines of the number “59” merged into zeroes and like Father Time bursting into a grin, the clock read “1:00”.
”Alright, time’s up,” Mr Wong deadpanned.
”Put down all your pencils and close your booklets. Invigilators please start collecting their OAS.”
Like toy soldiers being manipulated, the invigilators stood at attention from wherever they were and marched down the aisles. Little Miss Pink (LMP) in charge of my row (again!), marched down our aisle with a sullen look on her face. Being the nice person that I am, I held up my OAS so that it wouldn’t be an uphill task for her to collect my OAS.
Apart from that, it was also a cautionary measure lest she breaks her fingernail while trying to “extract” the OAS from my table or losing, I don’t know, maybe a few grams of her frame while she flexes she arm trying to pick up my OAS.
As she stomped her way down our aisle, there she was like a woman scorned, blazing a fiery trail in her footsteps. Grab, grab, grab, grab… she went, as she swiped the slips of paper off our table. She was right in front of my now, at Matthias’ desk, and with a sleight of her hand, the paper disappeared off Matt’s table and was sitting curtly on the neat stack of papers in her arms. “Here she comes!” I screamed in my mind. I held up my paper, waiting for the pink panther to pounce of my hapless OAS.
The ferocious LMP swiped at my OAS with her perfectly manicured claws. With a quick whoosh of the wind, I blinked blankly at the script in my hand. One second it’ll be there, and the next it’ll be in her arms…
Well, the second passed but the script was still in my fingers.
LMP had missed her prey! -shocked looks all around-
I was afraid that the little faux pas that LMP had just committed would trigger off a serious mood swing and she would shred off my bits shred me into bits with her claws. Thankfully she didn’t.
Visibly annoyed and embarrassed, LMP swiped at my OAS again, this time she succeeded and continued her aisle rampage. After that happened I chuckled to myself as LMP made her way back to the front. If there was a speech bubble above her head it would probably be something like, “Yayzers! I collected all the exam scripts first! Screw you all! Heeheex!”
Yup, so that’s all for the adventures of Little Miss Pink. Without her, I wouldn’t be blogging about this right now. You’ll definitely be sorely missed. (:
Just then Mr Wong started with his usual routine of asking students to collect the question papers and giving out the previous papers. After which he just told us that we were all dismissed, leading to an explosion of screams in the hall.
It’s over?
It’s OVER?
IT’S OVER?
Till now, it still feels so surreal to me.
Having said that, I’m glad that I have finally accomplished and completed something that will remain a big part of my life when I look back in the coming years.
So now, I’ll have to plan my holidays carefully and decide what meaningful activities I shall commit myself to so I wouldn’t waste away. I wouldn’t want to rot away just sitting at the computer the whole day… that’s like, I quote, “Social Suicide.”
One thing that I’ll definitely do, or try to do, is to…
GROW.
Yes, that’s it.
I’m praying fervently that my body starts going into some hormonal turmoil and I actually start growing and catch up with the rest. I USED to be taller that all of you okay, so shut up about it.
Alrighties, I’ll end here.
Lots of things to blog about but I hope I have the time to type out everything I wanna say…
Hail Mary.
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What does it take to change a habit?
I was kinda bored after revising and doing some MCQs for my science papers so I decided to go YouTube surfing and I managed to find this!
It’s a video to educate everyone on the importance of conserving the environment, but in a simple yet comical way! You have to watch this! I finally found it on YouTube and I’ve been dying to watch it since Live Earth.
Enjoy!
Also, I’m pissed because my blog is screwed up because the creator of the skin removed the link for the picture for this skin…
Oh wells.
*goes search blogskin*
Oh my goodness, I managed to find the picture again! Yayness.
And yes, I’m serious.
Ok, just forget about what I just complained about just now.
Sorry to all who had to see that horribly fugly picture that I used temporarily. *promptly deletes it*
Been chatting with my friend the other day and he’s been really nice at dishing out advice and listening to my bitching so I’m grateful for that.
Here’s how a part of our conversation went:
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
physics which is absolutely...
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
i duno
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
i'll just try my best
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
haha its like me and math lah
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
you just have to deal with it
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
theres no escaping it!
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
at least u can choose not to take physics
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
i cant choose not to take math
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
ic
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
yup
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
u can always take bio
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
yeah
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
ah nvm
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
i wished i dropped in like last yr
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
you can?
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
it*
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
wow
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
yes
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
ic
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
and continued with french
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
life is full of regrets, but they shouldnt nail you down
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
so im quite confused/lost now u c
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
haha is there any point in regrets?
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
life is linear, in case you havent realised
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
yet in a inextricable web
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
your life is a story, yet all lifes are a single story
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
haha
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
woahh alright
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
right?
[[:: In each other, they found a part of themselves. ::]] says:
yup
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
so dont look back look FRONT
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
haha
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
yupp
praying that yesterday was my last chinese lesson says:
ok i sound all philosopical
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As you know, I was complaining about Physics again (I know I suck!) but yeah, I just had to get it over and done with. Well, I let it all out by chatting.
Thank you, Kenrick!
Alrights, I shall stop here and do my best to update often. Which I will definitely do once the obnoxious O's are over...
Good luck Sec 4s for our final papers!
Let's not look back but look FRONT!
WE CAN DO IT! =)
Hail Mary.