Thursday, July 31, 2003
Oh wow this is wonderful: 9 bounces in one day! i love you guys! Hahaha.. never expected a mundane gesture like ponning a morning of school would generate so much response. Maybe i should do it more often. (i probably will, seeing how close prelims are and how little time i have left) There i go, with that dreaded bracket disease. (bracket here, bracket there)
Im a little apprehensive about the dance costumes. Let's do a break down of the costumes. (im not infringing anything by revealing the secret dance costumes to the world, am i? oh who cares.)
Swirl: Peach coloured sleeveless top which shows off chest (or lack thereof), baggy peach pants with a paddle-pop coloured semi-transparent cloth over it, which makes it look like we're wearing skirts.
Girls look much better in purple and pink, with elaborate gold leaf headgear.
Hey Pachuko!: A turtleneck which Zaki's bringing for us (from past experience, its not a good thing when costumes come from Zaki's collection. They either make me look really gay or they're really revealing or both. See "Breathe Again")
Ready to Rumble: Army pants. (mine's kinda tight. Oh whatever happened to that wonderful trend of baggy clothes?) White sleeveless top (which Zaki's bringing for us too... oh no.)
Timeless: Girls' item, JC2s are wearing this white wedding-dress lookalike kinda dress. Makes them look really sweet. JC1s look like they're all performing for chinese new year. Hard to describe..
Street Deceit: Revealing, yes. But my favourite of all the items nonetheless. Black sleeveless shirt buttoned in the middle, showing off chest and abs (or lack thereof.. heh) Baggy (hooray) black pants, white cuffs and shoes.
Breathe Again: HORRIBLE.. i hate this costume. Thank goodness im only dancing for about 20 seconds. With any luck, no one will recognize me. A horribly tight black long sleeved tee which somehow ends at my midriff, a raise of both arms will reveal a generous portion of my bellybutton. Sheesh, a 10 yr old kid couldnt fit into that. Normal fit pants with weird looking studs sewn onto it. Zaki says he may let us wear our normal turtlenecks tho. I hope he means it. I dont think i can live with the humiliation of that other costume which he brought.
Mujer 2: White sleeveless shirt with a loose black tie, black slacks, and a bowler hat. Hmm interesting.
Last Dance: Clubbing wear. No idea what i should wear yet tho.
Sidenote: In case Zaki's reading this, cause i know he's been to this blog before, Hello Zaki! No offence to your taste on what we should wear really, Im sure those clothes will look really good on someone with a good build. I just dont have the body for this sorta thing. Neither does any other guy in dance tho, with Glen and Jeremy being the only exceptions. (is Glen a guy? hmmm... hahah kidding glen!) Haha sorry Zaki, i suppose last year's Breathe costume experience still has its aftereffects.
Okay was supposed to sleep half an hour ago. Have to go sleep. There's no dance tomorrow (HOORAY!!!) Going to NJC's band concert with lovely met-while-clubbing-friend Lydia.
An afterthought: In the event that i DO pass the commando trial (which i probably wont), should i take up the challenge? Its a prospect that's both scary and attractive.
Another afterthought: Stop bracketing after every other sentence lionel, Im warning you. (heh heh heh)
he rocked the party at 9:34 AM |
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
(but not watching sick porn) Its 7.50 in the morning and im still at home. Looks like im not going to school for lessons today. Messaging my class rep to tell her im sick had no effect whatsoever since SHE ponned school too. Yay! Dont you just love the feeling of being as un-Councillor-ish as possible? No one's watching your every move, no one's telling you to return their plates or borrow a carrom board for them "cause you're a councillor", no one's messaging you frantically to report to the Heads room to do some advertising rubbish, no one cares even if i fall asleep in class.
No, ladies and gentlemen, (or as Mr Choo choo train puts in, "gentlemen-and-ladies") for the first time in a long while, there's no pressure to be a goody two shoes, no pressure to go for EVERY single lesson and waste time staring into space. (i can now afford to stare into space in the reading room instead.) My job as a Councillor is done. I dont have to care about when im going to type my next proposal, when my service counter duty is, where the blazers book is (i still dont know. I have never loaned out a single blazer in my life) or where the SC keys have disappeared to. I just realised how wonderful we Councillors are to face this sort of rubbish everyday. Damn we're good.
Ah the fresh morning air. And, for the first time in my entire period of prelim preparation (or lack thereof), I may actually complete what i wanted to accomplish today. (if i continue to waste time blogging, maybe not.) And i should really stop using so many brackets. Its become an unhealthy habit. (bracket this, bracket that)
Flurry of thoughts: Going to school later to attend a chemical equilibria lecture. Have to drag 3 pairs of pants and 1 shirt along for dance later too. (i am so damn sick of the dance studio.) It seems the teachers have been talking about my amazing time management skills. (Roland Lee commented how i managed to get 2 As and still hold 2 CCAs and 4 subs. Im so honoured.) I should REALLY stop using so many brackets.
(you mean like this?)
Im a hazard to myself. (dont let me get me...)
Oh stop it already!
he rocked the party at 5:09 PM |
Many thanks to all who offered their congrats for my previous entry.. i never had so many "bounces with me" before. Im honoured *bows*
I promise you u wont be disappointed with Rapture. Or at least i hope you wont. Practising till 9 everyday for 3 weeks straight should have its results. I hope. I dont know what else to say. I just felt like saying something and taking up space here. Bleargh. See what 12.35 has done to me.
Perhaps its even inappropriate that i talk about such trivial issues when another college is mourning the death of a student my age. I knew her in secondary school, but lost touch with her in JC.. Now she's just gone.. and i really dont know how to talk to friends from that college, wondering if they want to be reminded of it, or if i'll be too insensitive. I just dont know what to say about it, death is such an uncomfortable issue.
I dont feel like blogging anymore tonight. Im sorry.
I feel a sense of easygoingness in life now with nothing to worry about but dance and mugging, both which i know will succeed. (or at least i hope i will). Am i being an asshole by distancing myself from misery?
he rocked the party at 9:40 AM |
Monday, July 28, 2003
Not Bronze, not Silver, but GOLD.
Yes, GOLD, reserved only for the best, numero uno, guan4 jun1, pao ka liao.. and the Gold for Central Judging SYF Dance Category goes to.. St Andrew's Junior College.
Whoooohooooooooo!
Gold gold gold gold, seven months of practice and hearing that song over and over again, it was all worth it. Oh yes oh yes.
Yes, granted four other schools were awarded the gold as well, namely RJC, MJC, HCJC, and our favourite TJC (who're taught by Zaki as well).
But hey, who cares. We got gold we got gold (which seems to be the catchphrase of the day) after years of not taking part in SYF, went straight in to the top 5. Thank you ladies and gentlemen, hope you enjoyed the show.
Speaking of show, Rapture's coming up in 5 days! (oh crap. Im still unprepared)
he rocked the party at 8:22 AM |
Saturday, July 26, 2003
We danced well at the Singapore Youth Festival central judging today.. easily our best round. (hooray)
Results not out yet tho, should be out in a few days.. damn i hope we get a Gold.. gold gold gold gold
Im too stoned/tired/cant-be-bothered to type any thoughtful, eloquent entries. I'll do that tomorrow, dear reader..
in the meantime, thanks to all our dear supporters who messaged wonderful words of encouragement this morning, especially my beloved 25th Student Council who took the trouble to send us off on the bus TWICE (once as we were leaving school and once across the road.. dont ask)
As our choreographer Zaki said, we danced our best today, gave it our all, and that was what mattered. Results arent that important anymore. (but of course it'll sure make us a hell lot happier to know we got a Gold after 10 years.)
While waiting for our turn to perform, to fight off the anxieties, i composed a stupid sounding rap. Here it is:
Yo, its da D-A-N-C-E, uh, Society
When we do our thing up there, that aint no irony.
We dance and we prance, uh look yeah we made it.
And when we get up on da stage, we cant be deflated.
We gonna trash da rest,
in this SYF
So sit and enjoy da show,
this is our flow, and we gonna get da Gold.
We gonna get da Gold, uh, we gonna get da Gold.. (fade out)
Help: I received a letter from MINDEF telling me to report to a Commando training camp in two weeks. What the hell are they gonna do to me???
he rocked the party at 10:27 AM |
Monday, July 21, 2003
My gosh, after the walk in, hearing the applause, should i cry or smile? Smiling's a better option, yes yes.
The Executive Committee of the 25th Student Council! (bow..)
Putting on a brave front and smiling.. now THAT's good PR skills!
Oh screw it, curtains are closed, just let it all out... No one's watching anyway, except for the photographer of course.. damn im such a wussy.
View more of our pics on our college website
he rocked the party at 10:01 AM |
You were wonderful, caught my eye, yet, nothing special at first. But i couldnt be like everyone else, not that night. Flirtatious? Yes, but not in a bad sort of way.. perhaps what turned out different from the rest was the talking, the soft words that could be heard even through the thumping beats. Warm happy feeling simmering up my throat again. Passion? No, not in that way, but warm and happy nonetheless. Lovely romantic scenes from cheesy old teenage movies playing in real life.Music fades away, yet soft touch never leaving my hand. A breezy walk, a talk about life, friendship blossoming. Hours flying by. Back to the action, to take part in a little naughty poking fun at other people, to feel the pleasure of the dance all over again. But you had to go too soon, and i had to stay. And in a flash, you were gone.. pride holds still. Unwilling. Yet, with that same warm happy feeling, but which i know will fade away. Will it last?
I hate reality.
he rocked the party at 9:38 AM |
Friday, July 18, 2003
18th July 2003.. a new chapter in leadership of SAJC, the Commendation of the 26th Student Council today at St Andrew's Cathedral.
The morning was indeed a special one, even when i found out at the last minute that i had to be the emcee for the 700 plus students/teachers/guests/BOGs and the microphone screwed up so i had to shout.. but yeah, seeing the 26th walking down the aisle and being Commended.. it was all worth it. The torch is in good hands, i know it is. They're different from the 25th, they do things differently, a different sort of spirit, but good nonetheless. They'll make us proud. :)
One semi formal lunch later with the Board of Governors (thank goodness i had Mr Allen at our table, we entertained ourselves with stupid mind games) and we were taking loads of pictures, cheering, prancing around and even breakdancing. Haha! After which, in true commendation tradition, a few of us went with the 26th to watch a lame movie, this time in the form of Terminator 3. A quick trip towards Meyer's house marked the start of one of the truely enjoyable and successful council outings we've had.
Catered food (which was much MUCH more delicious than those available at commendation lunch, thank you Merrilyn), wild games of Ji Niu Nai, Hei Bai Pei and Hei Zhi Ma, a guys vs girls tournament (ok fine the girls won), wedgie-ing Jian Qiang, a 30 seconds of fame activity, and rounding it off with a lovely english/chinese sing song session, it all made me realise one thing: That council is far from over.
True, our official term has ended, the badge is gone, disappeared to a less noticable place behind our ties, but the ties that bind us together still hold strong, as i saw tonight. We were together as one council, having the time of our lives and enjoying the atmosphere and cameraderie. If this isnt friendship, i dont know what is. It was wonderful. Friendship still thrives on, still burns in our hearts. And that, perhaps is the most precious part of our council term, and fortunately, the part which we get to keep even though we've stepped down. Its a great reason to rejoice, to dance, to laugh, for im the luckiest person in the world to be friends with these great bunch of people.
Yes, btw to everyone who left a comment on the last entry, thank you so much. I had no idea so many pple were reading this blog. But i truely appreciate your words of encouragement, even tho i dont usually show it. It makes all the sacrifice worth it, to know that ive earned the friendship of all of you :)
An irrelevant afterthought: I think I have fallen in like. Not love, just like. With a highly unlikely person. We shall see how it develops.
he rocked the party at 10:16 AM |
Thursday, July 17, 2003
I cried today. Yup, i admit it, i cried like i'd never cried before. (you wussy you lionel) The memories, the experiences, the laughter, the wedgies, the tears, the conflicts, the achievements, the cheers, the spirit, the pain, the love... everything came flooding back when the curtains fell after the close of the stepping down ceremony. Or perhaps it was the resounding applause that rang into my heart and touched my soul, the realisation that we'd actually succeeded. We finished the race, and we finished it well.
What i thought would be a stiff, mechanical boring ceremony touched my heart today, and on stage i felt an ache i'd never felt before, as if i was leaving a loved one. I swore i wouldnt cry before it started. I didnt cry after two LTCs, i didnt cry after Orientation, and I sure as hell wouldnt cry infront of the entire J2 cohort. Heck. It was difficult. I cried like a baby once the curtains closed, but somehow im not ashamed. Partly because everyone else around me was doing the same too, and partly because i realised that, in the words of Pastor Joshua, "the more precious something is to you, the more painful it is to let it go." And well, it was only till then that i realised it pained all of us to let it go, that all of us saw council as how precious it truely was in our eyes.
Our uniforms are empty without the distinctive black rectangular badges. Scratched as they may be, we wore them with pride and fervour every morning, and kept them close to our side every night. I didnt feel anything as i took my badge off, and slipped it into my pocket, everything going in super slow motion. Didnt want to think about the implications of that simple movement. Only when i took a look at my empty uniform backstage, did i realise it was gone..
So council, thank you for a wonderful year. Thank you for the cheering, the comforting, the hugs, the encouragements. For the late night banner painting and logistics checking. For the endless practices of council dance and council intro. For the long hours of meeting after meeting after meeting. For the soccer matches, for the carrom challenges (which i won less than 10 in the whole year). For the staying back to clean the council room, to beat dust off the SC carpets. For service counter duty. For umbrella duty. For the ushering in our blazers to carpark duty in T shirts. For all the dirty jokes and gay gestures. For the birthday celebrations filled with wedgies, poling, kicking and Fish and Co. For the BBQs and beach outings. For the late night pratas, pizzas and sleepovers. For the spirit of Open House, the glamour of Grad Night, the toil of Newspaper Collection, the triumph of Saintezeia, the energy of Celebration of Life, the music of Council Band in Teachers Day.. and so many other things which i cant place now. There's just so many...
I just realised that every single day was different with you. There was never a time when you let me simply exist. No, you pulled me in and made me live life how i wanted to: to the fullest. There were high points and depressing moments. Slacking and toil. Conflicts and reconciliation. But there was always Love. Love for one another, love for the council, love for SAJC, and love for God. One in Love indeed, One in Love. One year ago, i cringed at that corny motto. Now, i shout it out loud with pride and conviction, for you, Council, have made me what i am today. You're the best thing that has happened to me till now, and i thank you so much for that. As my very last noticeboard reads:
"We have fought the good fight. We have finished the race. And we have kept the Faith" And after today, i can safely say that we've succeeded.
25th Student Council Forever.
he rocked the party at 10:10 AM |
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Perhaps God decided that i needed a change of luck. At least for now. Just received my entire bunch of Block Test 2 results back, and lo behold, they're actually quite decent!
(hooray)
Yes, consider the fact i had 2 camps, dance rehearsals and endless trainings during the hols. Consider the fact that i only had 10 days to study for four subs. And perhaps the fact that this block test seemed much easier than usual. (Probably to give us a false sense of security so that they can get the most satisfaction out of killing us for prelims.) Yet, i did manage to pull in a set of pretty okay grades. Yes granted they're not scholar 4 As material, but im happy looking at them as they are.
Ironically, they spell out a school which has long been considered to be our rivals. I achieved an ACAC, as well as a 57 for GP. Miracle yes? Miracle indeed. Hooray hooray hooray..
And perhaps i may even go to the extent that i dont deserve them, cause other friends certainly studied much more than i did during the hols. But ah what the heck. Thank you God thank you thank you thank you.
(Friends from other top colleges may think that im quite sad to be rejoicing over such a pathetic set of grades, but you've got to understand its my first time getting an A for any subject whatsoever)
Yes, my drive has been renewed. The countdown has started (as i have so often stated) but maybe, just maybe, if all of us put in the work, we'll all make it through.
Note: Council's set a goal of achieving a minimum of 3 As for everybody in the A levels, perhaps one or two winning the coveted William Goei award?.. Hmm.
Speaking of council, I am officially a councillor for another 19 hours and 35 mins. Im about to go for my last lesson with my badge on. -sigh-
Oh stop sounding so egotistical and self pitying lionel. Cant you talk about other things other than your interesting controversial excitement filled dangerous life? How bout the the Iranian twins, or the fact that no nuclear weapons can be found in Iraq, or even the controversial issue of a teacher tearing up a student's script? Oh what the heck. Its my blog, i can be as self indulgent as i want to be.
he rocked the party at 10:38 PM |
Sunday, July 13, 2003
I hate the anticipation. Yet, in about a month's time, I'm going to wish I was where i am now. Still, its coming, its coming, its coming..
Prelims are coming in a little over 40 days. The big day starting on the 27th of August. Prelims: when you think of it, will probably be the hardest exams you'll ever take in the whole of your life as a student, even more difficult than the A Levels. And yes, its affects my NS entry too, and chances for a scholarship. Its coming, its coming, its coming.
Rapture, our dance concert, is drawing closer. On the 3rd of august to be exact. Aside from the fact that i only have a little over 3 weeks to build up a little bit of muscle to lessen the impact of the horribly skimpy wussy costumes, 4 out of 7 items are still not perfected yet. Which is why we're coming back to practise everyday after school till 7 at night, because its coming, its coming, its coming.
SYF is coming even sooner than Rapture. The immense pressure that we're performing after the immortal RJC and before TJC has quite an impact on the SAJC Dance Society. The fact that most performance groups in SAJC have clinched at least a Silver in SYF is driving us crazy. Plus, its the first time we're taking part in SYF. Oh crap i hope we dont screw up. There isnt much time to practise because its coming its coming, its coming.
College Day is coming, the day when i don my blazer for the very last time, to receive the SAJC Service Award for Student Council. (thats the equivalent of the school colours award for sports ccas, dont ask me why they picked me) The day when i witness our seniors with 3 and 4 As receive their prizes, the day when i sing the College Hymn for one of the last few times in JC life. Its coming its coming its coming.
Stepping Down Ceremony is approaching in 3 days. There's so much to reflect on how council has performed, how much i've put into it, how much we've been through together. Not to mention the amount of preparation we still have to do for the ceremony itself. Edit the script, rehearse the walking and sitting, the powerpoint and music, there's not much time left. And well, its with a sad little thought that im only going to wear my council badge for three more days. (sheesh. the uniform's going to feel so naked without it.) Its coming, its coming, its coming.
And there's nothing i can do to slow it down, or speed it up. I dont know which i prefer. I hate the anticipation, but i know im going to want to turn back time in a few weeks, just so that i can experience that wonderful feeling of being a councillor, a dancer, and a scholar once again.
But time goes on, and yes, its definitely coming.
he rocked the party at 9:57 AM |
Thursday, July 10, 2003
ta da taa daaaa ta da dat dat daaaaa..
ta da taa daaaa ta da dat dat daaaaa..
-squuzzenat!-
46 more days?! to pre-frickin'-lims? (read: prelims)
What the hell's wrong with everyone?
stressanathan s/o baeinkimama
he rocked the party at 10:57 PM |
Yes the title speaks for itself.
Come for SAJC's inaugral Dance Concert, themed "Rapture", to be held on the evening of the 3rd of August 2003, Sunday, at Mediacorp Theatre.
Enjoy a night of euphoria as you watch a keleidoscope of movement and colour unravel before your eyes. There's something for everyone: from graceful ballads, to energetic swings, to hard hitting hip hop, to broadway, to cheesy pop and even hard rock. (no, not the cafe, the song!)
A grand total of 12 items, with guest performances from established dance groups from RJC, TJC, NUS and NTU.
Tickets are priced at $10 each and you can get them from SAJC Dance Society members.
Be there, or you wont be circle, or triangle, or rectangle. (that means you'll be square if you dont come!)
And yes, we're not staying back till 7 every day of the week for nothing. Seven out of 12 items is one hell of a job. So please do come!
he rocked the party at 9:58 AM |
Monday, July 07, 2003
What was supposed to be a boring, draggy, monotonous day awaiting the start of school again tomorrow after a wonderful 4 days of post-exam euphoria, turned out surprisingly well.
Started out with a full morning of dance perfecting Dewi and Kenny's items (the Shinhwa boyband song is actually beginning to grow on me) for our upcoming concert. Im beginning to anticipate the long hours ahead in that irritatingly lovely dance studio: 7 items! shee-esh. Anyway, i digress.
Dance dragged on much longer than expected, making me extremely late for a lunch meeting with a lovely unexpected-meeting-at-hcjc-basketball-match friend. Leaving the studio in a rush, leaving glen and the rest an empty space in my place to block me for the item, to meet someone ive only seen twice before, was admittedly not the top priority in my mind at the moment. And i was LATE. Should i call it off? oh what the hell, just get on with it, have lunch, go home and sleep. Yes yes.
Was a good thing i went along with it. That little peevy feeling turned into warmth as the pleasant afternoon developed over lunch, some shopping, a movie, and more importantly, a friendship which i never thought would develop in such a short time. Six hours swept by in a glance, and heck, it was probably the best way to spend the last day of the post-exam hols. So if you're reading this, thank you for a wonderful afternoon and the gift of your friendship. :)
(sorry to spoil the mood, but i have to apologize for that awful cliche in that last sentence. Its 12.24am and i should be sleeping.. couldnt think of a proper ending)
Do wish me luck for the release of Block Test 2 results.. Not that i care what the results are.
he rocked the party at 9:32 AM |
Saturday, July 05, 2003
Dont you just hate it when a treat dangles precariously over your face, bekoning you, enticing you to grab it, causing you to be absolutely sure that its yours, before it is pulled away in an instant, leaving you gazing desperately at the spot where it once was, wondering if any of it was real?
I think its worse than not having it at all.
Had two such disappointments today:
1) Was supposed to have a lovely fish and co dinner catching up with an old friend, who unfortunately had to cancel on me at the last minute cause of circumstances. (thank goodness for the wonderful council guys tho, whom i managed to snare after their soccer game to have a great hawker centre dinner with me)
note: if you are that friend and you're reading this, its okay i understand.. we'll meet up soon and talk about harry potter! :)
2) Hong Wei, a J1 dancer quit dance today. Eagerly, i asked if he was in the Canes group for our guys' item in dance. Glen assumed he was, and said, yeah sure you can take his place and not do your stupid newspaper routine. So i happily learnt the slick snazzy canes routine all psyched up to dance it. And hey suddenly everyone realised that he WASN'T in canes, and i should just go back to doing the newspaper routine. -sigh- what the hell.. to think i stayed up late last night to do the song.. -mutter mutter-
Afterthought: Yes, im an egotistical, attention-seeking ass who's bothered by such an insignificant 4 eights in a song. Dont i have other nice parts in the song? i should be grateful. But im a spoilt brat. I know.
Aragh. i need a 16th i need a 16th. -roar-
he rocked the party at 10:01 AM |
Friday, July 04, 2003
Trivia Question: What's the second most inaccurate way to tell if someone is intelligent?
Answer: Look at his Block Test 2 results.
The most inaccurate way is to look at his Prelim results.
Block test 2 is an experience. A true test of time management, priorities setting, friendship, physical stamina and sheer endurance, not to mention standing strong in the face of boh-chupness. Hell i hated it.
Studying for four subjects in ten days, in the confines of a deathly quiet council room, with the occasional 26th council member asking for help on J1 topics you have absolutely no clue about, take out lunches from KFC, the panic welling up in your stomach when you realised you spent 3 hours on a chapter that was only supposed to take one...
yeah i hated it.
I hate the feeling of struggling to keep your head above the water, when you know too well that if it weren't for certain circumstances, you'd be cruising on a boat with wind in your sails. (ie why am i mugging so hard just to scrape a pass? hell, if it werent for all the other rubbish during the hols, i could have revised everything twice over)
Still, its over.
and i love the feeling of (temporary) triumph and freedom that comes with the after exam euphoria.
I spent a totally waste time day today going for dance society, playing mindless hours of pool and blowing my money on time crisis 3 and ddr. Oh the bliss of it.
(now, if only that special someone were to come along.. oh keep quiet u desperado) The bliss of wasting your time and not feeling guilty for it.. thats what jc students need, what they exist for essentially. Yes, we are pathetic. But hey, its a crappy job, and someone's got to do it.
Im starting to wonder if anyone reads this blog at all. Why do i not have any comments? -fumes- i KNOW pple are reading it cause of what they say to me in college.. but it'll be nice if u could leave a note -air conditioner charm you off your feet smile-
he rocked the party at 12:44 PM |
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
I wish you'd look at me that way
Your beautiful eyes look in deep its too much
Telling me more than any words could say
But you don't even know I'm alive
Baby to you, all i am, is the Invisible Man
------- "Invisible Man" by 98 Degrees
Old and corny boyband song, yet wonderfully superb for a spur of self-pitiful whinings. -sigh-
I believe i am an invisible man. No combination of niceness, achievements, good looks (-snort-), and decency will ever get you anywhere if you're invisible.
Yup. The 16th is approaching fast and im nowhere nearer than where i started out. (Friends will know what im talking about) Am i really that invisible?
Side note: maths was unbelievably easy today. I feel cheated for studying at all. This is the first time in the whole of my JC life that i've managed to finish an hour before time and check through the whole paper.
What are the maths teachers playing at?
he rocked the party at 9:24 AM |
