Dead-lines

Much stuff has been going on, just like how stupid-sixteen life should be. Due to the lack of time (the title speaks for itself), I am unable to conduct extreme modifications on my blog as well as updates and album covers for my iPod. Sad, I've been planning these since a month or two ago.


Has life been any better? Hell, yes. It was waayy better back then. Right now, I am living in crap (everyone's definition of the crapiness of life is different).


I just wish everything would just stop so I can just study in peace. Exams are near, and I don't really wish for history to repeat itself.


Sucky post, my apologies. Now, off to rush for Convent Chronicles which I intended to hand in today, but obviously failed (stupid Moral assignment, now I have to submit the CC assignment tomorrow when I see Hazel). I must say, I feel like I'm signing myself up for the apprentice of Wonder Woman. Yay, I rock.

In full swing

It must be PMS, what else could it be?



I should stop procrastinating, and hopefully someone above there might see my good points and grant me my wish to stop experiencing freaking mood swings.


Gah.

Breaking free

Today, despite all that freaking shitloadof homework, I went kite flying.

Says quite a lot about how sucky I am at taking pictures, right?

Finished The Time Traveler's Wife, 'twas okay. Had a whole damn stuff I wanted to blog about but now it's gone, so whatever. All inspiration down the drain

Whatever.

And now, it's time to pick up the pieces left behind.

Annoyed

Went to SIGS yesterday to attend some leadership talk by Dr. Mahathir's daughter, and wow, their school is BIG. Well, bigger than Convent anyway. But oh well, won't say much about it as some unpleasant comments are not to be shared in public. (No offence to any SIGS people reading this post, it's not about the students anyway.)

It's just something about courtesy.




The line at home is getting really irritating.

Rant post ahead, beware

Warning: Rants and explicit content ahead. Not suitable for people with an immaturity level of 1 percent and above to infinity. Beware, you've been warned.

I know I'm not supposed to say this, and I understand that I have no rights to say this as sometimes my behaviour appears to be what I am about to say next, but god.

Stop it. All you needy people, just fucking stop it. (Don't worry, not refering to anyone from my school to don't get so sensitive)

My life is a freaking mess right now, so just stop clinging on like I'm your therapy or something. If you're reading this right now, at this very instant, I can honestly say that I don't give a shit anymore at this moment. Screw my conscience and fuck reality, just stop making it so goddamn hard to the point where I even have doubts wanting to surf the freaking internet, which is one of my many few ways of relieving stress, something I like doing.

I seriously have no rights to say this, because sometimes we ourselves need to rely on friends to help us get through the many obstacles of life, but gods just because I've stopped talking to you it doesn't goddarned mean I've forgotten about you!

Screw the needy people who are just so goddamned immature to the point where just because someone stops talking to them they're off their friend list. Fuck, what kind of friendship is that?!


If only there was some kind of 'private post/lock post' option. If only.

Chemistry

Mr Lim: Can anyone tell me the colour of copper (II) carbonate?

Class: ....

Mr Lim: Tragedy.

Class: ....

Mr. Lim: Oh-em-gee.

Laughter ensures.





Funny lah Mishter Lim.... (excuse the ah lian slang.)



I want to change the privacy options of my blog, because right now I feel so restricted when I want to type something personal, and it's wrong. This is my own space, the place where I rant and curse and say whatever I want, it's not supposed to feel this way.