AIYO life sucks haha. I'm totally exhausted and I still need to complete the goddamned PI. Haiz very sad my school life is taking up all my personal time... Wah lao Mr Quenot damn evil sia. He see me so shacked after a long day and make me write essay the second I step into class T_T Why isn't MOELC at city hall or something? Why Bishan?? Not fair sia, the RJC ppl have their school like just next door...
Finally got my tickets for Litying's dance concert XD:

Lol I attended 1 stupid hour of French class today just to collect these tickets... JIAYOU!! me and Ram will be in the audience admiring the fruits of your hard work XD
Chem prac was so fun~ I hanged around in the library playing flash games haha. WENG! THAT GAME ON YOUR BLOG ABSOLUTELY ROX BWAHAHA

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This feeling of despair. As I look over my timetable, I slowly scheme... How the HELL am I supposed to survive this week?
I've got sooo much work to do and I have managed to procrastinate until sunday... I'm definitely gonna be killed tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after the day after tomorrow, and well, friday. Cos thursday is labour day XD.
I think I'll do my KI now, copy my maths tutorial tmr during 5th period, and I'll leave my french for tomorrow during chem prac. ARGH I'M GONNA DIE. But it's ok, i love this feeling. This feeling of despair and hopelessness is the only thing pushing me on bwahahaha
My bag is not gay ok? My bag is the ultimate statement of nonconformity lol. Anyways I wish Candice a very happy birthday! But so boring sia...no party :'( And I haven't gotten a present for Jim yet... I think I'll get him a capo or a new set of strings...
RAWR not fair! Why am I the formal emcee? I want to be the informal one... Introducing VIPs is not my kind of thing... I rather host karaoke competitions lol. Wong Yi you asshole. haha joking joking XD
CCA was moved to yesterday... I didn't know lol I thought the session was a make-up kind of thing... Heng I didn't bring my guitar to school. But I still had to stay after school. Emcees and game stall representatives had to attend a briefing...
Jezer (FFF admin):

(the white bag is wong yi's)
The bag not bad right? Although it cannot beat the GOLD REVOLUTION but its still quite cool...

LOL it's gold! How many people actually have a gold bag huh? Went shopping with Jim and Wong Yi after econs h2 extra lecture today... We went to Zinc to buy school bags haha. Jim and I chose the gold edition bags and Wong Yi chose the white one. He was bitching about how he didn't like the design, yada yada... Well you could have been more guai lan than us and chose the transparent gold bag couldn't you?
He asked me: On a 1 to 10 basis, how would you rank my bags design?
I said: 8
He said: then how bout yours?
I said: Different case, I bought the bag because it was guai lan haha.
I was pretty sure my parents would ridicule me bout the bag... but you know what they said? They said it was very nice lol. A gold bag with checkered skulls --->nice? I totally don't understand my parents... Have they acquired a modern taste or something? Or is it that I have become more obiang XD?
Damn I wish Wong Yi bought the gold bag... Then we would be like the Golden (bag) Trio of 08S416 LOL... Heya K^3 why did you come to my blog? I had the misconception that everyone thought it was dead lol...
Xxxholic:
{You don't belong only to yourself, you know?
There isn't anything in this world that belongs only to yourself.
Everyone has connections to someone else and shares something with them through these.
That is why you can never be free.
That is also why it is amusing...sad.....and dear.}
Don't know why I'm sharing this...
It just feels really beautiful... and sad

(staring at my soft toy dog, thinking: are you mine? )

lol don't know what to say... when you're bored you think of all kinds of weird things...

Yay it's the end of thursday. I love thursday nights after coming home all shacked from French H2 I have to clear tutorials and homework i accumulated over the week. Yes. If you didn't already know, I'm a procrastinator. I procrastinate for a living. As they say, hard work pays over time, but procrastination pays now haha. Tomorrow is Colosseum finals and I didn't even know of the existence of previous matches. I was supposed to be in tug-of-war goddamit. Anyways I'll use the opportunity to slack a bit (not that I haven't been doing that this week). I still have 2 econs essays to write, which i had already managed to lie my way to an extended deadline. Oh and that goddamned bio concept map I was supposed to complete. Wait I think I have tutorial to do as well. Lol whatever haha I can definitely complete this. My body works doubly as fast in stress conditions. Actually I always work very fast, it's just that I can't start working without stress.

My heart broke yet again today... I decided to listen to a song which I had sealed months ago. The song grabbed my heart and pulled it out after I thought I had managed to become immune. I sound emo right? I am. Me being emo is limited to the internet. But it truly hurts, it's so painful.

如果爱情是五线谱
我只希望用全音符
吟唱出爱上你
那完整的幸福
当你的心没有耳朵
即使我为你唱着歌
你也只看见我哭了

曾经因为等待会改变什么
你总会属于我
但是最后时间证明了
你只喜欢我

No matter how many times I listen to this song I will cry. No matter how much time had passed, I will keep this song sealed forever.
It has been a long time since i posted. It wasn't because of time constraints but because I was doing some soul searching before I had the confidence to share my thoughts. I have a hunch that nobody would ever read this post, but I'm fine with that. Life is not measured by your peers but your own self. But for those who actually read this post, please keep it to your discretion. I don't need to be reminded on the pain I feel.
Let's tell a story then.
A long time ago, there was a boy, he lived life as he was told to, not too outstanding not too mundane. He was a boy who knew nothing of hate. Sure there were some people he disliked, but he ignored these emotions and kept to himself. How can anyone know hate when he doesn't know love?
This boy had many friends, he liked their company and all, but in front of them he had to put on a facade, a mask never letting anyone know how he truly felt. He lived multiple lives, a rowdy and random one in front of some of his peers and a silent and composed life in front of others. But all were the same, they were not real. Few if not none of his peers knew about this.
One day, this boy met a girl. It was an ordinary encounter, nothing memorable. Due to some circumstances, they met quite often. After a while, they became closer and went out together with friends on a weekly basis. They were, if I dare say, good friends.
One day, the boy's best friend asked him: Do you like her? The boy answered: she's just a good friend. But when he went home, he thought of it again and again. Did he love her? He wanted to be by her side, he wanted to hear her speak, he wanted to see her smile, but did that mean he loved her? He pondered long and hard. Maybe he did love her.
As time went by, the two of them changed from good friends to close friends. He would often text message her, his heart always smiled when he received her reply. But he still hadn't found the answer. Perhaps, all he felt for her was a sort of brotherly love. but he was satisfied. Even if he couldn't confirm his feelings, it hardly mattered. He was spending time with her, and that was the most important to him. He felt he couldn't tell her how he felt as he believed she did not deserve love from a person who can't even recognize his own feelings.
The time spent together was happy but short. Like all meetings, there has to be a parting. Both boy and girl went to different schools and they hardly ever saw each other again. The boy missed her terribly, but he knew he had to move on.
One night, the boy had a dream. The dream was so real, there were no fantasy creatures or lizards from outer space. He dreamed he was walking in a shopping mall when he met the girl. She was walking hand in hand with a guy. He never felt so crushed in his life. The girl introduced her boyfriend to him. The boy felt so sad, but his face only showed an acknowledging smile. He walked away.
When the boy woke up, he found tears on his cheeks. Then he understood. No matter how much he deceived himself, he loved her, but he understood it too late. Tears trickled from his unwilling eyes. The first person he hated, was himself. It was time to move on.

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