Guess slacking wasn't really the most appropriate thing to do yesterday, considering we're all in the midst of Examinations, anyway. And, in case I actually forget, it's Sec 4 Mid-years. Yeah, note to self: FOCUS, on the right things. Needless to say, Emath was damn screwed up. Left half the paper blank; sure I can expect half (or less) of the total marks as well.
Didn't intend to mug out today. Was looking forward to going home at 1030h, for the first time in ages. Prolly will do that on Monday, after Physics. But anyhow, left the Biology students to take their paper, while PAIL, RAHH, CA and I headed down to the jungle. Realised that somehow, I don't like mugging with such a big group. Yeah, two's just right ♥ But today was quite productive, on Physics. Finally tried the stupid Banana Java Chip Coffee Blended that we've been asked to for 7 days straight. Gah, how easily we give in to persuasion ): But it's good stuff, so hardly any regrets. The next time CA and I meet the gay behind-the-counter-people at PS Starbucks, we'll be taking photographs with 'em ;D And thanks CA, for making me feel so much better ♥
After CA and RAHH left, PAIL and I migrated into PS, Macs. Saw this cute little boy that looks like a Jap! A bit. Haha, with his bangs and all.
I actually sneaked a photograph of him despite the fact that his mom was right beside him. If she'd known, prolly would've reported me to the school for preying on little kids =O But he is so cuteeee! LOVE♥♥♥! Ohmygosh I am such a paedophile but who cares. Small boys are absolutely adorable. He looks so much like my cousin! Honest.Had a long talk. It's nice to know that I can still do such. Just while time away and talk about the things that, really matter. Things that bother and bite and annoy. Aish, I've got to do this myself. Ironic, how who I have to be prevents me from being who I am. Or, want to be.
I was once the plate in your hands, the one you found ever-so-palatable. But now it's long over, and I join the rest as side dishes, passing by on the belt you threw me on. Half-eaten; scarred and unclean. Salvation is free, but it's not easy feeling new again. Who will you decide to devour next? I can only stand in line, waiting. And it's bewildering how everyone wants you - not a part, but in whole - while you take only a piece of them. The piece that matters most. I detest the spotlights we're placed under, 'cause I hate being misjudged. If ever I make it into __, it may well be Hell. Everyone, the whole __, will prolly just open their arms wide and say "Welcome Home". 'Cause it's like I reside there now. In name, not in person. And I owe it to you. Are they waiting?
This weekend's just going to be used for mugging. I must hold on. No, will.