I got nothing left to defend.
Hello world,
Haven't been blogging much. Or at least it feels like. Now, time spent on the computer's just for my Geography PPTs. Though just yesterday, found a new distraction: DeviantART. Shit, grant me the discipline to stay away. At least, 'til after Mid-Years.
Yesterday's HMT Papers were, average. LACK says she liked the second last passage of Paper 2. How random. After the Papers, went out with Communist to PS Starbucks again. Trust me, the people behind the counter are absolutely wacky. BIG JOKE. First time we went there was the best. Then we had this guy-girl/girl-guy (whichever way it don't make a difference) who tried striking a conversation with us. And yesterday, we encountered Mr. Hello-I'm-Gay-Thank-You-Here's-Your-Order-Byebye. You dig? Anyway, Communist ordered a banana. 'Twas odd. We took pictures of the banana. Amusing. Halfway through mugging some IJ girls came and tried dominating the place by screaming into a phone. They were acting retarded. I get pissed with them. Really pissed. Why'd they have to make themselves appear bitchy? Some image.
Originally we planned to dress emo and go to one of the Starbucks in Orchard today, for a change. PS Starbucks is meant for those "I'm-in-school-uniform" days. But well, Moooom won me this time though I know Communist loves me so much she'd rather choose me over her. One date we missed out on ): It's okay, the rest of the week it's us again ♥
Anyway, today's FIRST MAY so HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGNES! :D It's cool to be sixteen. Yeah, sure. I'm not even sixteen yet and I don't want to think about it.
Slacking, slacking, slacking. FOCUS. Can't believe I'm actually harbouring the thought of following my parents to IKEA Tampines later. If I do, I'm so screwed. Am going to pay for my sins, I just know it. Damn, let's get messed up.
Today feels like a Saturday. Saturday evenings are dangerous. Gets me into some reflective mood. Am feeling that way right now; prolly might go all mopey. Satisfaction gained from mugging has worn off. Pensiveness sets in. You start to think 'bout things like, how so much innocence is lost through the years. Cheryl commented recently she'd like to go back to 2006. That'd be great, but I want to return to 2001, or earlier. P school, that's what I'm looking at.
What's wrong with being pensive.