So why must I be sick on a holiday when I can enjoy the bright(i mean real bright)sunlight and listen to the rippling waves and enjoy the peaceful tranquility?I must be destined to fall sick on a holiday, and this is not the first time falling sick on a holiday. Two years ago, I fell sick on a holiday too. Why must it be a holiday?I can't answer that now,unless there is research provided.I have to rest for like FIVE DAYS?It's like missing jcband's capriccio and missing out on 16 HOURS OF PRACS!!!(okay,i lied.with a combined 3-hour break)Even if I were well,phlegm would work out against me. And of course it's not a violin or a piano that matters now. Too bad.Must sleep well.Must eat well.I must have missed much.And I will. S'il te plaît, pas encore. I'm not in the mood to. Must be so,so sick and tired. Must be so,so hot and cold.Never give up,I tell my body. But I wonder if it ever listens to me.
It seems that my luck is increasing,so now back to fb games for the moment. I had been deciding to quit the games and focus on leaving the com on with my google webs(those who know will know what i am talking about). Also, I am not allowed to touch any games during weekdays since it is school day. then my luck came back. I tried to sneak in. And of course my mom was doing her own stuff when I played games. Never mind. It's after exams. So I heard that there was still chinese left. Bored.Luck is here. So am I.
It was dark and gloomy when this post came up too much time now after all the exams ARGH,there's chinese compo idk what to revise
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WoW is not good.wow is good. Mom is not good.MoM is good. Pop is not good.Pop(ular)is good.
end.fin.no more.none. av revoir shoo scat scram away from my gloomy life go have fun outside i shall do my own stuff
so the most terrible thing that happened was to link to guosh's blog here and try to read every single of the posts. these include a very long title,a very short post-it,and a random blog that appears out of nowhere(to ask,that's a HP blog).Wow.Thinking of spamming makes me feel sick.
Now it's 10pm,in the morning,because to me,every moment is precious.So is now. I have never felt like this bum-d moose here->(image not shown) oh wait,it's a dumb moose head.nice head you have there. off to pomplamoose maybe? here's the gaganization owned by her-> maybe it wasn't that accurate. who cares anyway?a nice lady she is a nice day today with tons of work to catch up prac exams right up in june too much playing to do i need you the most now
wait,i see new changes having more of a small text too much title changing already i am confused,and faint too now with a breather by Chocolate Love by SNSD
so,end of story wait,that's my inspiration to write a new story
really going to end this bye,common folk of the world and to the rest of human beings too and i,me,myself
So I faint. With this font, I will faint. Too much time and money wasted on transportation. Too much time and money spent on procrastination. Time to buck up have some serious work then have a nice life
tongue-twister of the day: your back of the bag at the back of your back is baggier than the back of my bag at the back of my back (credits to me and alvin tan for the marvelous idea) headphones stuffed at the back of the bag no good unsafe
cookies fish how are they related? never mind, at least you don't know the feeling of stuffing cookies and fishballs into the mouth at the same time wow,the space
I faint.On a tuesday. back at 9 the latest i have ever been too much buses along the way 101,102,103...i was joking. but there was 104
anyway,too spooky around Rochester road alvin walked by that road the horrors. i pity him and his 13/37 kg viola anyway,i walked straight took the bus got off at jurong went home
So it's monday again.PMS? NO U. //Screw geog test,breezes suck. so does the teacher wait,now's drama off for drama sooner or later,i will dao everything oh ya,wang fan is damn fast
now back in class. end of lesson people shouting. i need to go now
love this. hate this. you pick your own destiny. so,what's new? i have some spare time to tell you i'm so,so dead. why? too much lep stress. um,i've never read a 1000-page book before. then i'm expected to read in a day. actually,it's my fault but someone also forgot to do the lep assignments good. nice one. you might need to skip the rest though go down if you dare...
so i'm back too much trouble brewing... haikus for pleasure makes wonders appear in it so does drinking tea so i love tea, especially green tea colours rule so do you now off to a sonnet of war and love the hardship and trouble
i shouldn't have done this. now off to doing homework. 5 minutes to a new day. nitey,people
Argh. Blinded by this. Too much vibrance. Wait, isn't that board colourless?Oh gosh, I must have been dreaming. Felt too much of it. The aura. The wonder. The feel. I walked up the stairs, thinking of it. Is green different from blue?Is yellow different from red? Are they even bright at all? Too much to think of. Off for literature. Teacher demands research paper by tomorrow. Thinking of those few bright colours, thinking of those nice little troubles evaporating, thinking of what would happen in the paper I would write. "What?The digital media?"The topic. I felt something. Give me some more time to think of it. What a nice teacher. She had too much work to do already. Of course someone would have told me that this topic was easy to do, but no. Total emptiness. I thought of it. Too bright. Too glaring. Too awesome. POSSIBLY IT'S BLACK!
Dear diary, I have never felt this in my life. Seemingly fading. Total piece of blank space. I cannot tell why I feel this way. Just walking down the street, the harsh snow just goes over my face. I cannot stand it any longer. I should just walk to the nearby Starbucks and get my warm cuppa coffee while admiring the beauty of the English countryside, on The Times. Staring blankly outside, I look at the small bird flying around the building, it's expression so gloomy. Never in such a cold weather have I seen a bird outside. No trees around; too much chopping for buildings already.
Out I go. Tell them to hold my coffee. Dashing across deserted Piccadilly Street junction, I raced to the tiny little being flapping its wings. The touch. I felt something soft, something warm and tender, one that could not beat the harsh cold weather. The feel. The feel of the small living being and the warmth around the street. I was alone, with the tiny bird. It felt so nice to be like this.
"Alicia!"A sudden shout of my name broke the silence, the angelic feel of Piccadilly Square. I turned around.
Alvin, my dear darling. What a pleasant surprise.
"What are you doing outside, in this harsh weather, Alicia?"came a reply.So hollow. the bird flew away. Its gentle wings flapped. Off it went.
"Let's go to Starbucks to have some hot coffee,"Alvin just said. Total silence. I stared at him. Mother Nature could have been better. I just walked off, staring blankly towards the sky, eyes gazed at that tiny little being, flapping its warm wings and surrounding it around my heart.
