Sharon is so rich! I went to her house yesterday and she has like a piano and two exercise machines blocked by chairs due to lack of use. Meaning she keeps a 15 grand piano behind a few chairs just for the fun of it. Okay, I should not publish this in case Sharon gets kidnapped or something.
Tomorrow my schedule goes like this:
- Debate till Break
- Robotics till go home
- Debate till 3
- Robotics till 5
- (might continue to someone's house for further Robotics training)
For Tuesday:
- Robotics Competiton from 7 to 4 (wish me luck)
- Literature class from 7 to 8.30
- Debate practice from 8.30 to 10
I have just realised.. no nap time at all in the afternoon.
Means I will be running on empty for these 2 days.
I have pain in my thighs from running around. I'm sure teachers have seen me running around. Bilik Sumber to the Hall, up then down to class, then Debate again.
I hate stairs.
Anyway, deep in thought part.
OMG this is so creepy. Deja vu big time as I type these words.
Anyway, I feel so old. You know, I was like so young years ago (duhh). And know I'm in Form 4, it's just surreal. I can't help but think of the day when I graduate, then zooom to
I DIE.
Maybe it's because I don't believe in life after death. Or because I simply don't want to die. I don't. You know?
I would rather sell my soul and be a vampire as long as I can be immortal. But you know what would be better?
"So long as men can read, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee".
I don't mind dying as long as I am never forgotten. Somehow, I want to leav ea mark on the world. I want to be missed and never, ever forgotten. I never want people to move on and stop grieving me, which is selfish I know. Think Princess Diana, Marilyn Monroe, Julius Caesar, Buddha, Jesus, Cleopatra.
Anyway, i feel so more mature. I think it's the pain and suffering I went through, i's made me so much more experinced. You've gotta feel it someday, and I already have, and might again. It really opened my eyes. I am so much more a wiser person both in love and life. And I still support homosexuality.
Of course, a wise person would have no need to publicise her newly-acquired wisdom on her blog. (I'm not wise, just wiser. And that, is a wiser thing to say.)
I have slipped in my grades but I don't feel so suicidal. I don't find the childish urge to hide and sulk when someone asks me my marks like not so long ago when I would snap pff someone's head if they asked me my marks.
I am not as sick as I was. I have self-cured my eating disorder. I have lessened in my OCD about germs. I am less manic-depressive, and more sane.
But if I was sane, why is it so hard fo rme to say no? I never say no. I just say yes yes yes and try to please all the time and I take up all the extra work which sometimes just kill sme yet I myself pile up more and more. According to ColorQuiz.com, I am slowly destroying myself.
And don' t let me get started on my relationship baggage. From a commitment phobic girl to a commitment-addict, I have come a long and decidedly unwise way.
And sometimes reading some people's blogs bugs me..random people whom I don't know who act like a lot of people are following their blog like 'Hey, I am sorry to disappoint you' or 'Hey, I know you guys love my blog' or 'Did you guys miss me?'
You don't see Dawn Yang doing that. I prefer reading blogs of people who think they have no one who reads their blog at all. It's so much more real and natural that way.
It's 1.30 am.
I would rather sell my soul and be a vampire as long as I can be immortal. But you know what would be better?
"So long as men can read, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee".
I don't mind dying as long as I am never forgotten. Somehow, I want to leav ea mark on the world. I want to be missed and never, ever forgotten. I never want people to move on and stop grieving me, which is selfish I know. Think Princess Diana, Marilyn Monroe, Julius Caesar, Buddha, Jesus, Cleopatra.
Anyway, i feel so more mature. I think it's the pain and suffering I went through, i's made me so much more experinced. You've gotta feel it someday, and I already have, and might again. It really opened my eyes. I am so much more a wiser person both in love and life. And I still support homosexuality.
Of course, a wise person would have no need to publicise her newly-acquired wisdom on her blog. (I'm not wise, just wiser. And that, is a wiser thing to say.)
I have slipped in my grades but I don't feel so suicidal. I don't find the childish urge to hide and sulk when someone asks me my marks like not so long ago when I would snap pff someone's head if they asked me my marks.
I am not as sick as I was. I have self-cured my eating disorder. I have lessened in my OCD about germs. I am less manic-depressive, and more sane.
But if I was sane, why is it so hard fo rme to say no? I never say no. I just say yes yes yes and try to please all the time and I take up all the extra work which sometimes just kill sme yet I myself pile up more and more. According to ColorQuiz.com, I am slowly destroying myself.
And don' t let me get started on my relationship baggage. From a commitment phobic girl to a commitment-addict, I have come a long and decidedly unwise way.
And sometimes reading some people's blogs bugs me..random people whom I don't know who act like a lot of people are following their blog like 'Hey, I am sorry to disappoint you' or 'Hey, I know you guys love my blog' or 'Did you guys miss me?'
You don't see Dawn Yang doing that. I prefer reading blogs of people who think they have no one who reads their blog at all. It's so much more real and natural that way.
It's 1.30 am.
1,2,3,4. 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you..I LOVE YOU =)
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