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Olah! I bet you all missed my very enlightening posts. Have been extremely beeee-zzzzzzzz these few weeks due to the humongous, enormous, ginormous pile of homework. BLEAHHHHH. And then there's that irritating, annoying, stupid, time-consuming string practices. Sleep is already averaged at 5 hours per day so where's the time??????????? ARGHHH Can't wait for SYF to be over. pingu la. monday tuesday wednesday thursaday saturday allllllll got blloooooooooody practices. MADMADMADMADMADMADMAD! And then every morning there's also the annoying wasted practice.What's the bloody point of being punctual alllllll the time, huh? Especially when everyone else is sooooooooooo late. It's really getting on my nerves! I feel like doing exactly what Vincent Van Gogh did! What's the point of screaming "LOOKLOOKLOOK" or "LISTENLISTENLISTEN" or "MOVEMOVEMOVE" every 5 secs!??! It's really blowing my ears offfffffffffffffffff! Like POP! and there my ears are, on the floor. Grrrrrrr. I shall just say that morning practices are POINTLESS. And then everybody always wonders why I'm so pissed in the morning. Well, now here's the answer. It's the Morning String Blues. Tomorrow's NCHS's anniversary. Waste of time. And then i have to go for my special quality time with chinese at 10! haha, I think i anticipate chinese more than string now. Seriously. I think my head is going to blow. Like really a huge KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! And you will see grey matter everywhere. HAHA. What a funny sight. Que Sara Sara, Whatever will be will be. The future's not ours to see. Que Sara Sara. Face Reality, it says. Stop dreaming, kids, it means. It won't happen and it may never will. What a horrid song. But it means a lot now. Haha. |