Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Please, don't give me those disgusting looks. I have my four limbs, eyesight perhaps not so perfect but nonetheless still there, five senses are intact, thank you very much.
School these days is pretty uneventful, thankfully. But the projects are just starting to show their ugly faces, and well yeah, it's best to be prepared for it. But the question is how? Ah, you'll learn.
I'm so freaking tired of all this. When will this invisible barrier just go away? Or is it me who'll have to do it? If so, how? I myself don't totally understand this mystery, how can I ever explain it to you? I sound like a totally insane freak man. Which is so what I'm not, even though, yes, I'm not afraid to admit it, I have no particular best friend in class. Or close friend, for that matter.
And so we get on to the subject of mathematics. Either I'm wrong for 9/10 questions, or the answers provided in the textbook are horribly wrong, wrong, wrong. I think it's more likely the former.
My english sucks these days. Seems like my vocab has been cut, seeing as the holidays were just 17 days ago.
Blogging has never felt so good.
Every monday in the MEP room, during mud-eating programme lessons, I have to fight the urge not to give in to nature's natural instincts, I have to control myself, I have to be alert, lest I give in to what is only natural -
Sleeping. Or in other words, dozing off.
I feel restless. These days it's just homework, homework, school, computer. I want some spice in my life. I want to interact with people, outside the four walls of the classroom, and god knows how many walls of that place they call a school. Guess what - I feel like getting involved in you know, those youth groups. Funny, huh. Maybe not, after all.
Blogging has never been more interesting. Maybe it's because I'm bored, I don't have any personal goal, whatever man you teachers.
Oh, and I like rosalind soh better than mrs seet. Mrs seet made me fall asleep. Mrs soh...but she's too fast. Ah well. You can never get a perfect maths teacher. Not on this planet. Either they got weird habits, or split personalities, or are really nasty, or are old and boring, or young and way too energetic, etc.
Wolfwhistling. How cool is that.
I'm bored. School's boring. Life's boring. Smsing is b-o-r-i-n-g. Hey. Maybe even blogging should be made boring. Nah. Don't think so.
Everyone needs a goal in life. And mine is...
I shan't tell you. Though I have been looking forward to having a person like you in my life. In the platonic sense, please. You don't judge people, and you're one of the few people whose company I really enjoy. Not that I'm saying I don't enjoy anybody else's company. It's ok. But yours is different. And you are really practical, sometimes too practical, and it sorta irritates me, cos I can never be that practical. Hmm. Not that I'd really want to be that practical. But still, I lack practicality. Badly.
I'm really starting to like blogging again.
You can look forward to more posts more often from Yours Truly.
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