Feeling very depressed today, in general.


Desktop Crash = No Audition = Life sucks. I admit it. (Is a no-life person =x)


The history class we had was phail, for the whole 25 minutes we had of it was spent on the teacher shouting, and bishies with people running about.

Physics the teacher lost her voice again, and became really mad anyway.

Mr Gen was no effing different. Just more angsty. As usual. I think all future Disciplinary Masters/Mistresses are born with the talent/mindset that they have a superiority complex against others.

Stoogies.

English class included running, shouting, steal-Al's-english-paper-ing....

Recess ended too early. Library didn't have the book I want.

Re-sang the national anthem. I swear I am going to burn mine on National Day. Too bad it's considered ARSON. =___= -Can imagine police officers going 'You nuubishes!' *Punted to Gal's home.*- =X

D&T class = changed to the 5th teacher in the school year. Aren't we great? He was effing boring though.

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Glorpmunchwhackyumurprawrlalallalalaa.

-Is making random sounds as an escape to change subject. So much for being subtle.-

~~~> It OBVIOUS, SEEE?! <~~~

Right. NEXT.

I am losing my temper much more lately. The students in my class are all looking like Yakuza members in my eyes and somehow I feel all of them must be whipped to shape. (Considering someone here is ill-disciplined herself, this is a ridiculous theory.)

The guy who was going to extort moolah from the person beside me kept rapping his long plastic ruler on the table. Not those bendable kinds, mind. It's those really straight ones that abuse the table and deserve to get snapped, thrown into their eyeballs and stabbed into their guts.

At least, that's what I thought at that time. I told him to screw off though.

And why the huge commotion? Cause' they were playing. And person-beside-me allegedly threw the pen down from the floor.

Lovely drama, isn't it? It's what you get from 1N1.


Numanumanumanumanuma....Blip. -Brain gears spontaenously function again-

My brother is back from Cambodia. I thought I would be extremely happy and would glomp the life outta him (which I did, minus the life part.) , but I guess I am not that estatic about him coming back anymore...

He came back, and was so changed. He was more temperamental, which is good, but I don't really like his habits than before. I understand the 2 weeks there was a huge change in his mindset and stuff, but he's acting like a SAINT. I mean, honestly.

Unlike my case. It's not that fun talking to him anymore, since the only thing I normally get back is a logical answer I refuse to accept. Whatever happened to the fun in him? Dissipated? Gone? Screw that. I am the Devil in the house. My parents look at me with those 'Why can't you be more like your brother now?' Looks and I hate them. I hate those dreamy looks which I know will never happen. The day I become a Saint will be far and in-between. It makes the future look bleak in my eyes and the only thing I look forward to is dissapointing them.

Comparing my brother and me now, I am a childish, self-centered dreaming fool who never got her brains or mindset fixed.


Going to crash nao. This is the longest rant I ever put from mind-to-paper, or in this case, blog.

"Wings symbolize Freedom to those who have none..."

(Still Multi-tasking, see 'real' defination in previous post.)
-Altariel, Riviera

Condolences to Jae and his family.

I hope you recover soon, and most of us know how hard it is.

Take care.

I r backies. From a 2 month runaway.

Not that all of you mind anyway XD

We went to the Botanical Gardens today, amongst other things. There were plenty of Black Swans there, and they looked really good. Found one duck/swan(?)ling at a ditch and managed to let it go before the other saw it... Was really, really cute.

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XDDDDD mad attempt at this shape thingies.

Spent rest of day hurling insults at certain people of the class, sweating, running from tree to tree in teh dumbo tree-hunt, and estimating my arse off ^___^v

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Nao, off to random things. (I like my own randomness at attempting to make this interesting. o_o")

Lets see. Picture this scenario in your head?

3 girls walk over a long bridge that stretches over a big canal. One girl drops her waterbottle into the canal. They try to get it, but fail (of course.) They go to the shopping centre to get a new identical bottle to replace the one that was lost.

One girl who goes back to school for a CCA has to cross bridge. Finds Waterbottle floating about. Goes into the water to get waterbottle. Slips from algae when trying to get up. Drops her handphone while at it. Asks friend to help, friend helps.

Later when she gets outta the muck, she gets back her phone, but realise the memory card is missing. SIM card still intact. She escapes death by the INCH, and what does she tell me the next day?

"Have you seen my phone's memory card? I can't find it anywhere."

... Genius.

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Going for Heritage Trip tomorrow. Should be the place where Sir Stamfie Ruffles is at...

Long live long bus trips and endless electronic game devices.


"I multi-task. Multi-tasking: The Act Of Screwing Up Everything At Once."

-Altariel, Riviera

My mind's unweaving/ 12:00 AM