I don't like Ollala.

I'm so tired. But happy and satisfied. (: FEP rocks. Got scolded for getting the stich shirt but I love it!

please please stop making a fool of yourself.

Hello.

My dad's gonna send me to school tomorrow cos I left my tie at school. I'm so evil.

Okay, from now on, NO COMPUTER EXCEPT FOR WEEKENDS. Or exceptions. Today's an exception. It is quite live-able cos I don't seem to use the computer on weekdays anyway.


Gosh, I'm angry okay. I'm angry at the American owners. They freaking suck. They should like just jump off a building or something. They are screwing Liverpool. Oh, those stubborn poops. Or whatever mean thing you want to call them. It's been so depressing reading the papers cos Liverpool seems to be hitting the headlines for all the wring reasons. It's all about money right. Who are they kidding lah. Stupid, stupid. Fish, fish.

Seriously, they should just freaking LEAVE. It's so obvious they are unwanted. Loserrrrrs. Someone tell them to go away. No wait, they have been told but they are just some stubborn pigs who want to make profit. What shite.


I'm sorry I just had to rant. I know this post is so liverpool-ey.


I think I'm moving but I've got no where.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUSHU<3

It's almost 1am now. Apparently, the finish-homework-by-today plan failed. As expected. I didn't bring any thing home to study for the weekend. I feel guilty. But when I bring home stuffs to study, I don't even touch them. Ha. Ha. I laugh.

Last year during the first term, I rocked. Because I remembered how much effort I really put in. I did all my homework way before the deadlines and I went home to revise everyday and attempted to read chapters in advance. I rocked I rocked I rockED.

Now, I barely bother. Revision, what's that.

Don't know what will happen. Ladeeda. This ignorance is getting scary. I'm scared. Candia scary.

Hey, I was tired. Now I'm awake as ever. We got our school diaries today. It's much nicer than last year's. Harp is such a nice instrument. It sounds like a cross between a piano and a guitar. I didn't know harps were so tall but then again, I've never seen one till today.

Mini Yushu Birthday celebration today!

Attempted to lead as an SL. I'm not SL material.

Do you know how when sometimes you have hopes and dreams on the verge
of getting fulfilled, and suddenly something gets in your way and you realise
perhaps you can't get them anymore? When I knew that maybe it could happen, you
have no idea how happy I was. Let me ask you something; is it correct to give up
your happiness to help others? To what extent is it considered as too much?
Knowing that you could actually help to make a difference--what would you
choose? To get your dreams fulfilled, or to help that someone? If you choose the
former, would you live your dream in guilt as that someone suffers? You wouldn't
enjoy yourself. But its the dream you've been waiting so long for. What would
you do? What would you do huh.

Gah. I'm feeling very very introverted right now. I don't feel like talking to anyone. I don't even feel like talking. Perhaps that's why I gave up signing into MSN when it failed the first time. This feels really weird, blogging. I haven't blogged in ages.

I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. I just don't feel like. It's a dread all right. I know I still have to and that really sucks. Tomorrow's a Monday. I abhor Mondays. Freaking shit. I'll turn up in school like some old lady tomorrow with all the bags. I have choir tomorrow so I have to bring choir tee and then after that I have to rush off for tuition so I need to bring my file. And there is PE. No, I like PE but the point here is that I have to bring my uniform to change. So many things. I don't like.

Okay. I hate everything now. Everything that's going on.

Look, I really really don't want to go to school. Please let me develop a fever or something.

I laugh at the irony of the picture in the last post. Good year? Look at things so far. Amusing. Or maybe I'm just very very pessimistic now.

I hate the fact that my family sleeps so early. It's 9pm and guess what. Everyone is turning off their lights and turning in. Candia, shut out of everything. I'm always the last one to sleep. I feel like a nocturnal animal.

Screwed. That's what everything is now.

I used to believe that after every bad thing that happens, something good will follow. But it doesn't seem to be happening now. Tell me why.

This morning, I was thinking about con-men. I was thinking about the type that calls you on your mobile phones informing you about how you've won 10 000 bucks or whatever ridiculous amount of money. Hilarious. And then I started to think of ways to reply them if one of them ever call me.

I could go 'huh' a hundred times and irritate the person till he hangs up.

Or maybe speak in gibberish.

I could start laughing.

Or act cool. Like, 'Uh, do you think I would be so stupid to believe you?'

And the person would try to sound more convincing.

I'll go 'whatever' and hang up.

I could act businesslike and speak in this posh voice saying 'I'm sorry but I have no time for such nonsense. If you would excuse me, I have to make a call to Mr. Alabamahahnananana the Director of blah blah.'

Maybe I could pretend to be this daughter of some filthy rich person and go 'WHAT?!?!?! Only $10 000?'

Shit, is there a Geography test coming up? Someone please tell me the exact date.

It's almost 9.30pm. My table is as messy as ever. I have an unpacked bag. I have unfinished homework. In less than an hour's time, my parents will automatically wake up and yell for me to sleep.

Goodnight. Goodbye.

HELLO 2008!

Countdown freaking rocked! Sleepover rocked and everything! Everyone slept at 4 am and then the parents played mahjong till, idk, the whole time till six and we woke up at 9. I'm supposed to be tired and sleep now.

Let's all meet up sometime again, 9jn!

School tomorrow I'm so depressed I could cry. Yuanjing you don't have to read this if you don;t want to.