you say goodbye and I say hello

The immense fragility of life just scares me sometimes.
What if the world really ends in 2012?

Some holiday.

I have been extremely unproductive so far. And it's only been three days.

Not going to let homework compromise my watching of movies.
Speaking of which, I think I'm willing to forgo Alice + Up In The Air for Lovely Bones + When in Rome (it took me a long time to come to such a decision because I really wanted to watch Up in the air!) or just maybe, this holiday will be my last indulgence in all things watchable.

I feel blue.
Monday blues!
Had probably the most painful injection I'll ever have in my life today.
Never, ever want to go through it again.

Yeah okay this blog feels so mundane and lame and languid and whatever.
I'll spice it up after the o's! For now, it's just lamentations :(

Maybe if my heart stops beating;

OMG PEOPLE LIKE ACTUALLY STILL READ THIS BLOG!??!

Now I feel...embarrassed.

Anyway (:

Paramore would have = Awesome - mosh pit with crazy crowd + small size paramore tee (but large gives the cool baggy look whatever thing)

Anyone get it?
Well I've calmed down considerably after the whole episode of me being pissed cos I wished I had gotten seating BUT HECK I GOT TO SEE PARAMORE SO WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING COMPLAINING?
I offically have a girl crush on Hayley.

So now I'm pretty much stuck in the post-concert-daze where all I can think about is paramore and stalk their site and see paramore tees and posters on ebay (yes I have two but I still can't get enough, am I hardcore or what, thinking of buying another, will probably regret) and read their wiki a thousand times and read hayley's twitter yes I am one obsessed fan.

And there's O-LEVEL SPA tomorrow.
Hopefully Looking Up won't be in my head while I'm dropping droplets (?!) into the testube. If- it is similiar to the mock spa.
ARGH HATE SPA SPA SPA.

BACK FROM THE DEAD.

I have revived this dead blog.

hallelujah.
Life hasn't been too bad, school's still alright with recess being the most awesome.
What's up:

1) Glee and more glee (I'M GONNA FINALLY FINISH EPISODE 13 THIS WEEKEND)

2) For some reason I have become very cynical recently.
Random note- people who talk about their boyfriends incessantly are annoying. Very annoying.

3) Thinking Day at the indoor stadium today was spent playing some slide game on Athena's itouch and sleeping

4) Broke my amath curse. PASSED BY 1.5 MARKS. Happiest day of my life.

5) I HAVE TO STOP AT FIVE. Evidence of why this blog's so dead- too little action happening.

Toodles.

Someone tell me, how the hell I am going to get through the entire year.

All we know is falling.

I hardly have any time of my own nowadays.
Everyone seems really busy too, (judging from the sad states of their blogs)
Well, I got off to possibly the worst start in the whole of my four years here (ironically, it is the last year but yes)
I feel kinda amused by myself, because I feel so rebellious but yet not an inch of remorse has consumed me.
Got booked today for eating in class, by zaine. I think I will be on his permanent blacklist for the rest of the year. Now I wince at the sight of poker cards (but after considerate deliberation still join in the bridging, I'm taking so many risks and it's just cards like wth but once bitten twice shy, I can't afford to get into trouble again.)
This is the first time I've been booked twice in a month. Woah. I've never even gotten more than three bookings in a year. And this time, none of them are nametag-offences! Shit shit shit shit.

Got punished by adela chee today, had to STAND ON THE CHAIR for almost the entire period. YES. As I was the only one who didn't do a single bit of holiday homework and yesterday's assigned homework, hence was the only one who had to stand on the chair.
A first for me. Who ever ever gets such a rare punishment? I'm going to take this in my stride, and I'm not the least bit humilated. It's my fault anyway. The view from the top was kinda nice actually.

Let's hope the week ends soon.
Really, really soon.

Origami

The smooth crisp of new paper
Sharp, sleek, like new suits on sale

We scramble for the pieces
Bright bold hues calling
A myriad of colours clutter the table
A draft, and they

Flutter

Fold here and there
In half, then into perfect angular quarters
Again and again
Symmetry’s key

Imprinted crinkles
Like meandering distributaries
Cut the lines between
From clean to weatherworn like an old pair of shoes
The paper’s stained with creases of time




When bored, write senseless poems.