Tuesday, January 31, 2006 ♥
Last footprint@8:05 PM
Dear diary,
I'm falling in love..
i'm feeling so stressed up right now that i feel like killing someone. a stab in the head and the neck will do fine.
damnit. which idiot does school work on a fine tuesday afternoon? plus, it's only the THIRD day of CHINESE NEW YEAR. biology kills. who gives a damn about lysosomes.
school had been really disastrous so far.
- shit mass pe - SWIMMING.
- stoichiometry
- graphs and the nerve wrecking graphing techniques using the gawddamn GC. how can one operate the GC without knowing how to?
- organelles and blardy cells.
- projects. presentations. skits.
- red spots
- muddy fields
- i know zero about economics
- school food sucks.
- expenditure in the jc zaps me like there's no tomorrow
- i hardly have enough sleep. i hate it.
- my maid bugs me every morning without fail
- returning home close to 9pm after every touch rug training.
- i've been booked by the OM/the wadever cause i was attempting to bring bread into the LT.
- being poor. really poor.
- hallucinating that i see kenneth in tj compound eventhough i know so well that he will never be there.
well, but there are always 2 sides to everything.. school had been good on the other hand cos.
- i made new friends. i love new people.
- i got to know more about lysosomes
- pwning secondary school kids with my 172bucks gc
- having a gaming application installed in the gadget
- cheap fruits for practically every break
- being in a class full of girls. lovely girls.
- touch rugby.
- less teevee
- gives me an xtra reason to come online. these days, it's all about ineffective e-learning.
ok bye. i dunno wad im blogging about. i have more homework waiting. ):
____________________"Here's the deepest secret no one knows. Here's the root of the root; the bud
of the bud; the sky of the sky of a tree called life, whick grows higher
than the soul can hope or the mind can hide. It is the wonder that's keeping
the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart. "
- E.E. Cummings
♥ Loved, yourname
