Why can't my class have superr nice AND gentlemanly and damn smart guys like those in 12i BB!!!

Compared to them, my class guys are beyond childish.

*great big sigh*

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I am disgusted.
You like some stalker now ah.

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mock math paper tomorrow.

Didn't study for it :/

just to see how much more i need to revise/how much i can recall from memory so far.

GOD BLESS ME :p

your choice. i can't do anything about it.

ps. shutting the world out.

I'M IN LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE <3

prev. post deleted.

loooooooooool.

hey

if you are reading this i just wanna say

i had to change my blog password because blogger had some changes.

not because i wanted to.

It felt like

It felt like we really knew each other.
It felt like we were friends.
It felt like we could talk about anything.
It felt like Never Land.
It felt like cool breeze after rain.
It felt like a drop of dew.
It felt like a little laughter.
It felt like a little smile.
It felt like this moment would eventually last forever.

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embarrassingggg

Totally had an embarrassing encounter today.

vanessa, qz and i were walking out of the canteen's toilet there.

and they were talking talking and qz said something about 'falling'.

SO

me, being, well...me, i started singing

" cause tonight i'm FALLING and i can'ty get up i need your loving hands to come and pick me up~~ "

and...

while we are about to make the turn that is near the bookshop there, 4 guys walked that turn towards the toilet area there...........

OMG KILL ME PLEASE.

AWKWARD...

i was singing (i don't sing well :( ) so loudly cause it was like 6plus and i there was so little ppl in canteen!!!

i am SO SUAY.

i sang halfway and my face was :O and i just continued walking.

and vanessa was like facepalm....

omgwtsbbq.

i swear almost everyone thinks i'm weird now :(

You can count on me

Count On Me

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea
I'll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see
I'll be the light to guide you

Find out what we're made of
What we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like one, two, three
I'll be there and I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two
And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends
Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh

If you toss and you turn and you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Everyday I will remind you

Find out what we're made of
What we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like one, two, three
I'll be there and I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two
And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends
Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go, never say goodbye

You can count on me like one, two, three
I'll be there and I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two
And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends
Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh

You can count on me 'cause I can count on you

With me.

I feel my chest expanding in a hurry. I've got a real love welling up inside me. And even though I'm walking in the valley, I'm not afraid for you are always with me.

Love.

Love like no other.

I met Him for the first time in a middle of a field. He studied the shovel in my hand and the old rucksack at my feet and said, “Son, what’s in the bag?” “Well,” I answered, “this here is the sum of all the rotten things I’ve done, which I’ve found and bound and am layin’ in the ground. You see, these rotten things, they keep me up nights, and they draw a cold stare from folks who know what’s inside. “Well, let’s have a look,” He said, and motioned for me to hand over the bag. I tossed it at his feet, hoping the stench inside would send Him on His way so I could attend to my business. But he untied the ropes that bound that bag and peered inside, and I felt as though He was staring into my soul. I watched his eyes travel from one piece of filth to another, but His expression never changed; it was though He’d seen it all before. He tied the bag back up and swung it over to me. Then he smiled, turned to me, and said, “yea, I think I can fix that.”

“You see,” he said, “there’s a medicine in my blood more powerful than any doctor could prescribe or any sorcerer could conjure up. One drop is enough to send that sack of ugly to never never land. What’s more,” he continued, “it’s doubles as a vaccine; it’ll keep you safe from any other bits of ugly you might run into down the road.” “Well sir,” I replied, “I’m grateful for the generous offer, but these rotten bits belong to me, and I won’t have you shedding your innocent blood over mistakes you didn’t make.” He sighed deeply; and while His disappointment was evident, I couldn’t help but take some satisfaction in rejecting His proposal. Who did He think he was, anyway? I’d never taken a handout from anyone in my life, and I wasn’t about to start now. As He turned to leave, He called out to me, “if you change your mind, then come sundown, bring that bag of yours to the old oak tree on the hill at the end of your field. I’ll be waiting for you there, son.”

I slaved all night over that hole and covered that bag with what seemed like half of the earth, but no depth could hold the stench of its filth. I piled the dirt higher and higher, but that sack of ugly always rose to the top. I beat the ground in despair and frustration until my weary hands were bloody and bruised, and I cried out to God in desperation, cursing him for an affliction that I knew was my own creation. All the pain that I’d caused and corners I cut stood before me, mocking my effort. Hopeless and helpless, I remembered the words of the man whose offer I denied: “I’ll be waiting for you, son.” I threw the bag over my shoulder and ran, stumbling along with my massive burden in tow. Pain shot through my muscles and bones; the toxic fumes lit a fire in my lungs, but I fixed my eyes on the hill and I kept running. And there He was, just as He said he would be, leaning against the old rugged tree with arms outstretched. I collapsed at His feet beneath the weight of my filth, and above my gasps for air, I heard Him calmly say, “it is finished.”

I was sold into slavery, I was bound by insecurity. I was hellbent on treachery, 'til you spread your arms and you covered me.

hullooooo

HELLO WORLD!

IT IS A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT.

every night IS a beautiful night.

THERE IS HOPE!!!!!!!!

okay, no link but.

I've been so caught up with studying T_T

seriously, time passes SO FAST.

SO SO SO SO FASTTTTT

side track: i made a new friend today! his name is Aaron, he is CLEO's BF. [DO NOT SNATCH]

(cleo will beatchup)

(beatchup is beat chu up)

right.

today our school had some PJC got talent competition!!!

i was plying kart rider and....i kept losing.

cause i can't really multi task... D:

BUT I THINK THE MARLY RAMLY SO GUUUUUUUUUUUD.

CUTE TTM THE DANCE.

PLUS, SUPER HOT ALSO, SO NEW SO FRESH, SO INSPIRING.

(guy in black marry me please)

HAHAHAAH, kiddingz.

But hey, vanessa and i totally *swoonswoonswoon~*

my face also hot already la!

:D

Since the school reopen-ed after the June hols, i haven't been able to sleep before 11pm :(

ikr, #sleepdeprived.

that explains my PANDA EYES OMG SO UGLY BOOHOO.

NO GUY WANT ME ALREADY LA :((((((((((( emo...

except for the day that i donated blood... i was totally drained(haha pun intended), that i plonked onto my bed at 10pm... :D

okay, so i still have chem mock p3 tmr (cry)

and i need to finish my chem mcq (cry X2)

and i have econs research which i'm suppose to do now...

OMG BYE.

RAGEEE.

OMG CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT MY MUM ACTUALLY SAID I SHOULD GET A BF INSTEAD?!

IT STARTED LIKE THIS.
I was using this argument of "Why can't i have a pet when my brother can have a GF?!"
AND SHE SAID GO GET A BF.

WTHWTHWTSWTSBLOODYHELLLLLL.
SO PISSED OFF.

Am gonna prove my point that a pet is better than a BF.

RECRUITING FAKE BF, email me at bleah_siwei93@hotmail.com
I will "change" a BF once every week and bring him home and uggggghhhh.

So pissed.


PS. MY WHOLE FAMILY IS SECRETLY RACIST AGAINST PETS OR STH.
THEY SUPPORT MY MUM OF A NO PET IN HOUSE POLICY. I AM OFFICIALLY CONVINCED THAT I AM THAT 0.1% BABIES THAT GET MIXED UP IN THE HOSPITAL AND MY PARENTS BROUGHT ME HOME BY MISTAKE. WHY DO WE HAVE DIFFERENT INTERESTS AND BELIEFS.

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great time

Met up with wy &yj :)

had a reaaaally good time! :D

and wy treat starbucks hehe!

anyway, haven't been a good productive two days but ohwell!

it's time to work harder + more night studying!

jiayou jiayou jiayou!

i'm counting on, i'm counting on God.

it's not good when you suddenly hate yourself...right?

weird.

Dreams.

i had a weird dream last night.

Actually, two.

You know how your dreams sometimes just jump to another?

Then somehow it jumps back to the same one and continue?

Mine was somehow like that.

At first i was dreaming about some person that released a i-hated-you-for-so-long anger+shouting and i angrily retorted then i think somehow that person hurt me and...

poof.

i was suddenly at this hill-like place with lots of rocks and stone and i actually thought to myself "Why skip dream? I want to know what's gonna happen for the previous one"

"It's just a dream right? So i can control."

then i closed my eyes.

and thought about doing somersaults.

AND I STARTED TO DO FREAKING SOMERSAULTS LIKE THOSE JUMP AND SPIN IN FRONT BEFORE YOU JUMP INTO SWIMMING POOL?!

I DID A FEW WTS.

it was damn weird cause my eyes were closed but i never hit the floor until i thought of wanting to hit the floor....

And then i was back to continuing my first dream.

i swear my dreams are never normal.

BLOOOOOOD

OHYEAH.
I donated blood for the first time since sec 3 that i said i wanted to donate blood.....

ANYWAY, IT'S NOT PAIN & YOU SAVE APPROX THREE LIVES!! :D

Psychologically scary but physically unscary.
You might wanna have a friend to be by your side though. For a first timer.

Other than that, the ion count test is the most scary! Not the scary scary, but the ah! you scared me! scary.

ANYWAY, SATISFYING EXPERIENCE.
AM GONNA DONATE FOUR TIMES A YEAR NOW.
WHEEEEEE ~

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Note to self.

Dear self,

Have to stop blaming yourself for all the things that are happening.

Love, self.

Ps. It doesn't help so don't.

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Thinking

#Missing radcon. But something to look forward this weekend, FOP.


#Missing when times were relatively less stressed and more carefree.

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不知所措.

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mefear :(

I guess my greatest fear that i've discovered so far is that i fear getting rejected.

It stops me from even attempting something in the first place.

So... i am trying.

No matter how many times i get rejected, i will keep on trying.

Because i know it will be all worth it.

I will not let this bring me down.

Ps: I pray so hard but why does things seem worse?

and at that moment i realise that i did not put my prayer to actions.

better now than never.