“It's all about you.”

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Splendid! I just had an idea for my PI, and am going to put in in Microsoft Word straight away. Bahahahahahahahahahahaha.

心很烦，但却不能与别人分享忧虑。

心很累，但却不能与别人诉说。

I want to survive. Bahh.

The Air Rifle club fund currently does not comprise of any $10 notes.

Yeah, that red coloured note with Mr Yusof bin Ishak's face on the front. There isn't one in the club fund now.

Gosh, I don't think there's going to be much money left after a bit more time at this rate.

I think my eyebags are going to mutate into pockets someday. ):

The affinity between Razr and I have closed in. That's for sure.

I have finally, after about half a year, learnt how to use Razr properly in a competition. (:

Let's not be afraid then.

Jaja.

JTS yesterday at Kenny Rogers, Marina Square. I suppose it was successful, judging from the fact we took up the entire front porch of the restaurant. My thoughts were that everyone waiting in the queue would be quite angry with us because it would be us causing them to stand. Lol.

And I didn't put the digital camera I used for my Musicfest music video into my bag yesterday night! Damn. I whined considerably because this would be one of the times where a camera would be used. ):

Took a walk around Esplanade after that as well. Found a small little corner an un-working fountain and just talked lots of rubbish, playing stupid mind games, attempting to breakdance by failing miserably, what not. Heh heh.

And today is the day I make history: I woke up at 1pm today. Jajajajajaja.

I'm feeling very guilty today.

For many things.

Sorry.

I need more time.

I need more time.

I need more time.

I need more time.

I need more time.

I need more time.

I need more time.

I need more time.

I NEED MORE TIME!!!!

Thou is relishing the prospect of testing his atrocious Maths knowledge in tomorrow's common test.

Shit!

It wasn't really that difficult to concentrate. Really.

I think I've been playing with myself for too long already.

Sometimes, the end is a moment of melancholy, a period of quiet.

But, after the end, everything seems the same again.

A fair exit from the Air Rifle annual March camp this afternoon.

I would say it was quite okay, fun even. There were so many things that I never really did before, in which we all got to experience first-hand.

Our group call ourselves L. Like, the guy from Death Note? L. Then everyone else was like doing a letter L with their right hands and placing them in front of their forehead to signify us as losers. What the hell. Lol.

It was rainy yesterday. Really rainy. There was the Amazing Race in the not-yet-so-rainy weather in the morning, lasting all the way till the late afternoon, playing a couple of extra games there, before the rain started coming down hard. Indoor entertainment was greatly needed at that time. Lol.

Barbecue started out okay, I guess. We were forced to cook the food at the edge of the canteen because the rain was just too torturous for us to set out to East Coast Park. Ate a fair share, considering how I don't eat seafood. Bahh.

Played Cluedo after the barbecue. Some imaginary character (who happens to have the surname of Chow -.-) was found dead in the school's rifle range and all of us had to find out who the killer was from 5 'suspects', Kenneth, Pandora, Faizah, Daniel Pflug and Zhang Yang, each of them acting out as separate imaginary characters themselves too. Turns out Daniel Pflug was the one. Haha, looks can really be deceiving.

Was supposed to watch Transformers after bathing, but looking at the time (2am in the morning), I decided that sleep could do some good. Guess I was a bit of a spoilsport. ):

Didn't really sleep well. Got up this morning to play a couple more games before the parting speech by Daniel Ong. Downed lunch and returned home for a well-deserved break.

And school is starting in like, 3 days? Do I go like: Yay?

I guess things are not what they seem.

You would say that it rained today, right? Real heavy at that.

You would be wrong to say that. The 'rain' you are talking about is actually sweat.

Yeah, pure sweat.

Ever wondered what that Coke in Burger King is made of?

Not water. Sweat, they call it.

Oh, and why is it brown? Because it wants it to.

Lol. That's a lot of rubbish for one day again.

Anyway, on a different note, I have never seen Shermaine hit overdrive until this evening. She was absolutely high.

Getting down to work yet?

I think I've been turned on. To study, I mean, nothing else. It's better if I start now than later.

I also think, that I am enjoying the company of my twin self. Whoohoo.

Yay, holidays have started. Time to do things that I have to do.

Thanks, everyone. (:

I can feel black pressure rising.

The road to my bus stop every morning involves walking through about 5 blocks of flats.

This morning, I took the same familiar route to get to school, as I always do. But when I reached the 2nd block of flats, I heard a wail in the void deck.

It sounded like a baby's wail.

Oh my, I thought. Why would there be a wailing baby at this hour of the day? Abandoned? Hungry? Or just plain cranky?

I thought I would be a busybody and just went to take a look behind the wall that separated me from the wailing.

Turns out that it wasn't what it seems.

It was a cat.

A cat wailing like an ordinary, human baby at another cat for I-don't-know-what.

What the hell. I can't believe I got cheated.

Oh, and Ahmad somehow dismembered the star-that-goes-doing-doing-doing from my bunch of keys during break today in a 'tussle'. Turns out that I was too lousy to fix it back (or maybe the damage was too great that I couldn't repair it), that I had to seek help from Rhoda (Thanks a lot!) whom is extremely proficient at using the pair of pliers-that-are-smaller-than-normal-ones-and-will-not-spoil- my-star. Lol. I hope my star is alright, I feel odd without the doing-doing-doing sound that emanates from it everytime I walk. o.O

Sheesh. What a load of rubbish.

Perhaps, machines have minds of their own?

I had 7 coins in my wallet today, (in cents) 20, 20, 20 ,10, 10, 10, 10. Being irritated by the bulk of my wallet that is caused by the number of coins, I decided to change them all to a single $1 coin using a vending machine.

I popped them into the one right next to the Snapple machine. Here's what came out.

20, 20, 20, 10, 10, 10, 10.

......

I mean, what the hell? It would have scored full marks for good memory...

I turned to the next machine to the right, and popped the coins in again.

20, 20, 20, 20, 10, 10.

......

Okaaay, about 80 to 90 marks for memory. Lol.

I went that extra mile to the snack machine.

50, 20, 20, 10.

Ah, the coin is getting bigger now. Well done. o.O

I went to the can-drink vending machine right next to the snack machine.

50, 50.

Close enough. Irritated as I was at that particular time, I got myself a drink and pushed the remaining 50-cent coin into my wallet before walking away.

Bahh.

I don't quite like Sundays nowadays, come to think of it. Because it would mean that tomorrow's a Monday. And Mondays are not Sundays, where you can slack around and do anything under the sun. Bahh.

I am getting so nervous about tomorrow's Chemistry class test. I mean, it's not as if it's the common tests or the review tests that the JC2s and IP2s are going to take tomorrow, but, what the hell? I just can't bury the fact that I haven't studied enough yet.

There's got to be a way out.

Let's face it, I'm a relentless rubbish-talker once I hit overdrive. (: