I ain't gonna blog about my SNAG swims. Cause I think they sucked. Ewww.
And you guys probably don't wanna hear me rant again, either. If you wanna read my swimming rants, go search my archives. There's bound to be countless there.

I don't have the energy to begin a rant la, please.
This is really draining. I look at the amount of homework we have, and all the commontests after the hoildays, think about how I would probably reach home at 8pm after school for most of the days during commontest week.
My calendar stares me in the face, reminding me, almost mockingly, how many assignments and projects I have to complete, how many teachers I have to meet up to have remedial lessons with, how many subjects I have to study for, as if it's daring me to go out and relax. Like, "see? you have so many more assignments to do! And you still think about going out? You're in NUSHigh, therefore you have NO LIFE are not allowed to have one. And thus you have to study every single day because CAP fucking matters in this school."

SCREW YOU. ARGH.

Look. I sleep late each night not because I want to. Who the hell sleeps at 12-1am and wakes up at 5.30am?
We NUS High-schoolers are not given a choice. Just look at how much homework we're given!?

Plus, believe me, I'm so, so, SO much more busier than the majority in my level, so what're you all complaining so much about?

Oh, yeah, sure.
Welcome to my life.
you wouldn't last a day.
okay, maybe you would. But that's none of my problem.

I couldn't be arsed to blog. Shall only blog either when I feel like it, have the time to do so, or if people tell me that my blog is dead and that I should begin to update again. So, harharhar. In your face.

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well... I don't know how I should comment on this.

entering SSS:
-K, me, *Apollo*(name changed, not for you guys to know anyway.), random girl.

K: sees Apollo sitting on the steps talking to random girl. "is that Apollo?*

Me: "uhm," not wearing spectacles, puts them on, squints.
(uncertainy) "uh yeah." nodding.

K: (questioningly) "Another girlfriend?"

Me: shrugging, couldn't-care-less pretence. "I doubt so. Unlikely."

K: (protectively) "Don't get too close to him."

huh? like, I mean really. huh?
Names are in abbreviations and some are changed due to my own privacy, which none of you should be poking your overly-sized noses in, thankyouverymuch.
K is my elder la, but don't bother finding out who cause you might never come close.
Anyway, if this helps, the Apollo guy is my friend.

This was pointless, I don't know why I posted it-.-

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Dearest _______,

I _______ you.
You have a nice _______.
You make me _______.
You should _______.
Someday I will ______.
You + me = ________.
If I saw you now I'd __________.
I want to ________ you.
I would build a _______ just for you.
If I could sing you any song it would be _________.
We could __________ under the stars.

Love,
_______________

(P.S. ______________.)

Oh and I am __________ (going/not going) to post this under my notes and see what you write about me.

I tagggg.... sharleylydiadarwinvivianshermainenah to do this!
actually, cause I'm lazy to think of more. heh heh heh.

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Dearest homework,

I abhor you.
You have a nicely sadistical way of torturing me.
You make me really wanna tear my hair out and scream SCREW THE TEACHERS.
You should be less tedious and easier to do.
Someday I will actually get down to finishing you up, but not now.
You + me = some genius, I wish.
If I saw you now I'd gobble you up and act innocent when the teachers ask questions.
I want to kill you.
I would build a projectile project just for you.
If I could sing you any song it would be High School Never Ends.
We could screw my eyesight under the stars.

Love,
gen.

(P.S. Do you really want to kill me?)

Oh and I am not going to post this under my notes and see what you write about me (because I can only write you, hahahaha.)