there's a hornet in my room. and i can't see but i can bloody well hear it. i can hear its [i]scrape-scrape-scrape[/ i] of its crepe wings against the wood of my wardrobe.. and i keep trying to look where it is but i can't see it and i keep getting that feeling that its just hiding and waiting for me to fall asleep before it strikes.. its waiting. i don't think i'll be able to sleep tonight.
sigh.= common tests are over but i get this ugly shudder that i might just flunk majority of them cause of the CARELESS CARELESS lack of time management- growl. plus- SAJC vs. JJC. another major letdown, i guess it was sort of expected, but i was just searching for that glimmer of miracle that i saw during the HCJC match.. oh well. so we're 4th. 4th. 4th. that makes everything about JJC seem so ugly at this time. THE NAME/THE POSITION gawd!
Mr. Pidduck's leaving tmr. his very last day... how dismal is that. i'm going to make something very very nice for him. cause he's such a total Gandalf--
there's a hornet in my room. and i can't see but i can bloody well hear it. i can hear its [i]scrape-scrape-scrape[/ i] of its crepe wings against the wood of my wardrobe.. and i keep trying to look where it is but i can't see it and i keep getting that feeling that its just hiding and waiting for me to fall asleep before it strikes.. its waiting. i don't think i'll be able to sleep tonight.
sigh.= common tests are over but i get this ugly shudder that i might just flunk majority of them cause of the CARELESS CARELESS lack of time management- growl. plus- SAJC vs. JJC. another major letdown, i guess it was sort of expected, but i was just searching for that glimmer of miracle that i saw during the HCJC match.. oh well. so we're 4th. 4th. 4th. that makes everything about JJC seem so ugly at this time. THE NAME/THE POSITION gawd!
Mr. Pidduck's leaving tmr. his very last day... how dismal is that. i'm going to make something very very nice for him. cause he's such a total Gandalf--
but i'm in such a mess now. so so so messy. disorganized and frazzled. everything is just. - not right
i'd like to elaborate but it'll just cascade into smth tooo personal. so its best i shut up. and i've got training tmr... finally i think. eventhough its only conditioning. UGH. i'm so sick of conditioning. can't we just play a normal game? just play and play and play.
sigh-- everything is so broken and coarse. i feel so jagged like eveything anybody says just tears into me so much. and i'm too soft to take any more of this verbal attacks. i know u guys don't mean it. but it really hurts, and it just stops being funny after a while u understand? so just stop. and leave me be pls? and i'll heal after a while.. just stop tearing at me-
[i]insides secret and unknowing no one can see the pain and sorrow that you can bring me your words like hail and your touch like fire paining me, upsetting me, fueling my ire
so be more sensitive and i'll be more loving to heal this rift that might just keep growing lighten your words and you'll have my smile laden them ugly and you'll nurse my growl[/i]
my thoughts have no space. my 6 subjects have filled every single crevice in my mind, and than touchrug, econrepduties, and everything else try to get on the brain train and just spill over. i feel so bloated sometimes, there's just so much to remember and there's never EVER enough space. its like trying to cram a sponge in a thimble. justttt envision it in ur head.. i'm really being intellectually blungeoned, in every single subject and i just feel like a glass when you put it in the freezer for too long. you'll see my damn fault lines soon.
i also seem to lack the ability to stay awake. scenario 1: i got on the floor to tickle my dog (my sole provider of thoughtless distraction) and i fell asleep, just like that. scenario 2: i fell asleep at the busstop, and than standing up in the bus and while my blog page to load. yes, it is that bad. and i'm not talking abt the slagginesss of my broadband.
sprained my big toe in a pathetic attempt to prance away from a cockroach. so now i walk with a limp and i look stupid. its 1:22 am now, and i'm pushing to 2 to finish my econs DRQs. i've been averaging that for the past 2 days, academic success is such a driving force, i'm surprised i haven't collapsed. missed the lfs and not going for the ofs game, why the hell did i join if i'm not even making an attempt to play. i have no excuse, just go ahead, condemn me.
i hate M-tipped OHP markers. what the hell? unless you want to draw like diagrams or something if not than just buy the bloody FINE TIPPED ONES. just something i had to point out. you try writing an essay on transparency with a incompetant pen with a flustered tip.
my academics are a mess. I need more time. more more more more more.
you'd think this blog would have sexual connotations wat with a title like that. well it doesnt'. so go somewhere else for your porn. i'd like to elaborate on how touchrugby practice is still eating up all my energy and JClife is bringing me down. but i figured y'all are wld be bored of that by now. so..
i'm just tired. i'm neurotic. i'm moooody, and have the most uncomprehensible attitude changes that nobody can predict so i keep pissing everybody off. unfortunately. everybody seems to be breaking down too. and that's just as shitty. common tests are in a week. and i haven't started with revision. man.
WHY!? feed my an alternative anybody. and jieling, if i can't get my bloody arse over in time, here's a Happy Birthday in advance.
JJC Talentime 04' was cute. okay, truthfully it was rather pathetic. it was held in LT5 dammit! how splandorific could it get? and the winners got a JJ jacket each.. sigh, the sad budgets and equvilences of a neighbourhood JC. but! i still love JJC. however, i think the highlight of yesterday night was rather the absolute THRASHING JJ bestowed upon HwaChong in rugby.. the game was fantastic, despite the ludicrous amount of violence, (damnHwaChongers), we still beat them!! and its really quite a uplifting victory since HwaChong has quite a reputable rugby team.. Which leads me to think, small step for Team JJ, a larger step for JJC? what next? uprooting ACJC for the title? 8) say not no! though it definately isn't smth easy. and of course.. sigh. i'm glad i didn't shit up my ticket to someone else, cause it was loveable.. haha, met GuanLing, who had a torrid time debating with her friend that he had to rebate her 5 bucks for the tix that he didn't claim.. :D and the oh so sweet ... shit i forgot her name. but i took a picture with her! and serene, who aptly give me tissue just when i needed it.. :D ty! ok. homework time. got a full list this time. later kids!
i'm absoulutely battered. so emotionally, physically and mentally fatigued!! I'm worn down to a nub and its barely the end of a term. somehow i don't think i'm doing this right. But everyday, i try to ameliorate my situation, and i guess its kind of works out in the end. we had yet another retardiour session today in class. lettermer was sick.. sigh, she's a dragon in class, but over the phone she sounds like those really winsome grandmothers who always have milk and cookies on the standby.. so i hope she gets well soon, its bad enough that st.marg's principal passed away. God bless her. neway, well, after PW, we all got together for a healthy game of spinebottle with Jem's rasberry drink. ^^, and we found a few bits of flibbertigibbet here and there. lol. they had the funniest qns.. and sometimes, Ziheng is just a farthead.. seriously. haha, cracks me up.
than me, Denise and Jemy caught Van Helsing, and i just realised that Lit has seriously injected itself into my blood stream and apparently found its way into my ocular senses or smth.. i didn't enjoy it in the end really, cause there was barely any indept characterisation.. they just slammed into the story headlong and tru snippets and chunks of raggy scenes, they told the story.. more roaring than dialogue, i think the only part worth watching in the end was how the humans turn into creatures and vice versa.. and haha, according to denise, hugh's hunky collarbone.. and in one scene he reminds me of tarzan, what with his aptly placed piece of clothing which apparently didn't get torn apart when he mutated was exactly like a loincloth. harhar.
a never-ending battle with inertia, i think its time i gave up. who wants to watch troy with me? :wink:
today, i shall act as a personal cheerleader cum campaign mangager cum friend for MISS LIM MEI GEE! or, as i call her, MG! For all who happen to chance upon this blog, if you're from SAJC, vote for her! if your not, tell your friends from SAJC to vote for her! if you don't know anybody form SAJC, than get to know somebody form SAJC and than ASK them to vote for her! WHy? cause of her dilligence in her persuit to become a councillor for her school to elevate it to greater heights! Her willingness, devotion and passion for SAJC just makes her a very apt candidate for the role! She's articulate, zealous, jocular and extremely urbane! SO VOTE FOR MG! if I can do it, so can you!
*pant pant* ok i'm done. whew. seriously though, vote for her, or... i'll kick your dog. nah, i'm screwing with you, i ain't going to kick your dog, i'll kick you instead. :twisted:
on my own life, training for napfa, my stamina's gone up. phew. but i'm still a shitty runner. lit's getting me down.. double entrente, did i spell it right?, repetition, writer's attitude, lettermer, i'm dying! i think our teacher has successfully managed to SUCK all humanity and tomfoolery out of literature.. sigh.
sometimes, the ugh, cheery lavender of my header just pisses the F**K out of me. i've been very cantankerous recently, prolly due to the major lack of sleep, or the homework which i half-assed, or the slackiness of my mornings. growl. if u ask me, depression is in due order.. my sanity barely intact.. except for the scanty few laugh fits i get with denise and the koi.. woohhoo..
i love our cafe.. its so.. jaunty, and yet cosy at the same time.. :wink: sure, u pay $2.10 for a puny cup of soup, but at least its warm. haha, doesn't tt make me sound so deprived? well, its 12:19 am and i have a 3 paged econs essay due in bout 7 hrs. won't somebody lift my weary hand to write? why am i still here?
