Vivien ♀ Twenty one (21) English Literature Major ✎ A Gleek ♬ I love you like a love song

Sorry for this eye-straining skin. But pink is the new black.

Okay, whatever. Mr and Miss Teen is coming to an end. Soon. I can't wait okay.

I&R sucks. How do you generate ideas in an I&R?

Anyway, news is that The Seeker sucks seriously (alliteration or so). And Life says The 11th Hour is boring. Even "hunk" Leonardo Di Caprio wasn't able to make it exciting (says Life).

Yeesh, are there any good movies nowadays? Boo.

Oh, CIP points up for grabs!!! Who is in desperate need for CIP hours? Come down to Suntec City Hall 4 on November 6 to help us backstage (or some other sai gang job), and Mrs Koh will give you hours! (I think)

Application available to 3 people only. Come while it lasts!

(Er, Yunxuan, you want to be backstage crew?)

Okay, seeya tomorrow. At the 11th Hour. Okay, not funny.

Sorry about this awfully gay skin.

It fits in with my gay mood, yeah?

OP is over. Although I think I'm going to miss working for PW, and working with my group. And of course, researching on our very very groundbreaking groundbreaker. I really think he's quite seh okay. But of course, I'm not going to recap everything in our presentation.

And of course, I'm relieved. :D

So now, time to busy ourselves with frivolous activities! Okay, not that frivolous, but then again, NOT A-Level.

1. Mr and Miss Teen Earth
The most sai gang thing I've ever done, but it's different. Oh, by the way, GO SPAM! AND COME SUPPORT US AT SUNTEC ON NOVEMBER 6!

2. Holiday Homework
Okay, not what I would call "frivolous", but then again, it's called holiday homework.

3. Sleep
Yes, sleep. I want to sleep.

4. Read 8 books in 3 weeks (DEAR initiative, NLB)
Haha, sounds wrong, almost like GP, but really, the 8 books will be absolutely frivolous. Like chick lit (oh, absolutely frivolous) and such. Oh, and RE-read Harry Potter! 1-7.

5. SHOP!
For Christmas, and yes, that is so frivolous, and a waste of money, but it's Christmas, the totally commercialised holiday we all love.

6. CELEBRATE YOUBAO AND YINGYU'S BIRTHDAY!
But then, there is planning to be done, unless you want a super impromptu one, like Wenqian's.

Okay, okay. We shall see.

Meanwhile, I shall be content with going for Mr and Miss Teen full dress rehearsal tomorrow. Whee.

Oh, and, PW IS OVER-ish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOR THOSE PRESENTING TOMORROW: GOOD LUCK!


Er, PW's no mean feet! Okay, that was an unnecessarily bad pun...

So, tomorrow is the Oral Presentation. I won't screw it up. (I'm trying to convince myself)

Yay, I <3 PW!

Simpsons, I have no idea why I am Bart. But then again, it does make sense, haha. At least I'm not the weird gay kid, Ralph or something. So anyway, yay!

* * *

There is Mr and Miss Teen tomorrow. There goes any possibility of going out to celebrate the apparent liberation.

Oh, oh, one more thing, WHO IS GOING TO PLAN YOUBAO/YINGYU DOUBLE BIRTHDAY BASH?? Haha, no CIP points.

Er, gotta go sleep (haha, not really), must rest for OP.

GOOD LUCK PEOPLE! (I typed good muck, which may have made sense in this context. Never mind.)

Shit, I've gotten into very unhealthy web habits nowadays. Besides excessive bloghopping and facebooking and youtubing, I am now blogging like I have a lot to say.

And I don't.

You know what's my extent of excessive bloghopping? I even look at people's archives. Please, what kind of person digs into someone elses' archives?

And now I am facebooking almost everyday doing mundane stuff like poking and throwing ghosts. Which is fun and time killing, but...

I'm practically living my life in the laptop. Damn.

Actually the weird thing is that I am absolutely sick of using the internet. But I'm at the same time addicted. Darn, I think I'm schizophrenic or something.

I haven't read in weeks. Why hasn't the DEAR thing started yet? The Drop Everything And Read thingy. You know, if it's READ it'll be cooler, but then it would be, er, Read Everything And Drop, which kinda makes sense. Reminds me of GP actually.

Speaking of GP, I screwed up the password thing. Darn, does this mean that I cannot do my part in helping my dear, dear juniors?

Argh, rambling again. Good night.

Cupid's Chokehold lyrics
(feat. Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy)
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend

And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'

I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is

We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun(ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriendI never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one
Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son

And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)

I love it when she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)

It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home
And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

She's got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue
I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there
Man I swear
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song
But movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin' one word
And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component

Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

* * *



I don't know about you, but after seeing the MTV, I think this guy is sad.

Yay, we went out yesterday!
It was super impromptu, but it was fun! Genki Sushi was not bad too.

I think we are going out today. :D

Shit, it's stuck in my head. (No, the song is stuck, not shit.)

And it's not even that good. Just so catchy.

PW is coming to an end. Soon. On hindsight, my group was actually not bad, it helped in easing the disgusting quality of PW much. We have group dynamics! Relative to others. Haha.

Right now, I am languishing in my boredom. Rotting at home.

School has officially ended, hasn't it? But somehow I feel empty. Seriously, I feel like nothing is ever going to happen. Like my life is ending here. Or like I am stuck on limbo or so. How? Even bloghopping is proving to be a dismal activity, with no one blogging about anything funny, or happy. Instead, some blogs are turning so emotional, or too picture-based.

But you know, the worst is blogging about blogging and other people's blogs. Like what i am doing.

I don't want school to end. Not now. Not so soon. The 'A's are coming. I am not ready. I don't want to grow up, and go to University. I want to stay in this protected coop, I don't want to go out to face the real hypocrites and power-hungry people in the world.

I want time to stop.
* * *
So we mustn't wallow in all the self-pity. We should go out! Have fun. Get a life. My results aren't perfect (no, way far from that), but it's over. I don't care. The papers can burn in hell for all I care.

Anyway, all this time spent with myself has thrown me into an oddly reflective mood. No, I've not suddenly mutated into a mirror person, but I've been thinking about stuff.

Yes, I do think, sometimes.

I realise we really do whine a lot.
We whine about the GP assignment. (Duh, juniors)
We whine about how the SCs suck. (But it's true)
We whine about PW. (-__- Who wouldn't)

I know, we all love whining about our unfair life. But sometimes we should be optimistic. Not like it's easy to be optimistic amongst such shit, but still.

I realise that I really have no reason to be sad or emo. Because part of the joy derived from whining is sharing a whine with your friends. And since we all love sharing our whines to each other all the time, I really should be happy.

Let's all whine to each other, and be sarcastic about the disgusting people in our life, and defame people on our blogs (or at least to each other), and be happy that you have got friends who are able to agree with you. Let us be optimistic that we have each other, whine buddies!

Okay. Incoherence strikes.
* * *
I want to watch Lars and the real girl. For no apparent reason except that it looks funny and heartwarming.

Right.

So. I have run out of things to blog about again. I swear, my brain cells are dead, murdered by all that boring catwalk I see every Tuesday and Wednesday. No offense, but watching the same things over and over and over again isn't exactly exhilirating.

Seeya.

Supposedly it's the last day of school.

But that would be lying to ourselves.

Oh, oh, we just discovered something astounding.

Eating chicken rice and drinking Milo dinosaur can make you lose 5 kg! Er, at least living experiment Pung has proven this hypothesis.

Oh my god, Sokemay. You can't do this lor. It goes against every single knowledge of biology I gained in Sec4.

Hai.

Okay, I'm really bored again. I just went onto Facebook. Again.

Er.. so. This is so.. weird. I have nothing to blog about. Absolutely Nothing.

Oh, wait. Before I go languish in my extreme boredom:

COME SUPPORT ME, SOKEMAY, JUDY, YOUBAO, BIWEN, AND THE OTHER MR AND MISS TEEN EARTH PEOPLE ON NOVEMBER SIX!!! COME TO SUNTEC IN THE MORNING AND YOU CAN WATCH THE PEOPLE STRIKE POSES AND DO SILLY STUFF (er, like answering questions) ONSTAGE. AND YES, THAT INCLUDES CHEN BIN AND THE, ER, JOANNA CHIA. YEAH, COME SUPPORT US!!!

Interested parties can sign up on my tagboard.

I am so, so bored.

So, I'm indulging in Facebook again. Apparently I'm the Dunman Officer for the Abolishing Project Work Council. Wow, that can go into my portfolio.

Facebook is interesting lar. At least more interesting than what real life is like now.

Anyway, Promo results are back! Yea, I am a bit late, but since topics are so scarce nowadays..

So anyway, I'm okay with what I got, because it is at least proportional to the work I put in.

So, it's DEBCC, no, no more witty wordplay.

I WANT A SLACKER CLUB OUTING!
I WANT AN OUTING WITH YOU ALL!
I WANT TO GO CELEBRATE BIRTHDAYS!
I WANT TO REST.

Xpedition was okay, I guess. Except that the games were a bit of a waste of time, since we could have gotten more donations without them. I'm sure we would actually learn more about disabilities from google than dog&bone, but enough about that.

I'm so over the emo mood. I'm just bored. Nothing is making my life interesting except for keeping up with Soke May's social life. And since there isn't much to speak of, ..., my life is officially mundane.


yingyu says:
heyy
vivien says:
?
yingyu says:
fri no school wna have outing
yingyu says:
haha
vivien says:
LOL
yingyu says:
tmr cn ask them
yingyu says:
hehe
vivien says:
if no pw

Okay, I swear, I have been brainwashed totally by PW. That is so screwed up.


You know, I have the weirdest primary school friends. Since no other person I know actually keeps in much contact with their primary school friends. I don't know, is it the water supply in Pasir Ris?

But I guess it's nice, to have friends from so long ago. And friends who still can provide little shreds of entertainment when your life is utterly mundane. Like Q-bing and the nonsensical rumours, and Soke May and her many suitors. All false, but in dire situations, they do provide a little cheap entertainment.

Any entertainment gathered from lies is cheap entertainment. But since humour is scarce now, we just have to make do with those..

Can we go out?

Nothing interesting ever happens. Even my extreme efforts of matchmaking Soke May had fallen flat.

Someone please make my life fun!

Okay, is it just me or are the Sec ones really rude?

Like, they are uncooperative, unenthusiastic (okay, I don't blame them) and totally crude in their use of words.

There ws this girl who was all "I'm a cao lian, **** you all." Okay, she didn't say that, but when I was debriefing about the objectives of the station and how it helped bond the class she was, "Right, we are so bonded." in the I-don't-give-a-shit voice. How rude can she get? I was so shocked I said "whatever lar" loudly in my debrief, which is a negative example. Oops.

Right, I bet she thinks she is so cool and seh by showing disdain for this sort of activity. WTF you so smart you go do something about it lar, only know how to whine.

Then there was this guy who went, "I learnt to be cynical." when we asked the classes what they learnt. There was this girl who fell down and bled, so we called the first-aiders, then that oh-so-cynical guy said,"I'm not concerned at all, she just fell down, it's not like she broke her leg or anything." Like, uh, who cares about what you think?

What is wrong with the juniors nowadays? So full of hatred for the world and disrespect for anyone. Man, that oh-so-cynical guy was the worst; what do you know about the world which can make you cynical? You don't even have enough brain capacity to evaluate issues important enough to make your word significant. Stop acting as though you were the wisest guy around, dumbass.

And about those lian girls. I guess it's your world. The school's name is going into the mud anyway, what with the juniors you see today.

Secondary One. We were nothing like that. I swear.

But who cares anyway? The Sec ones think they rule the world, they think the world revolves around them, so what can we do?

Arghh. I hate them.
* * *
Enough about me hating the juniors. Everyone hates them anyway.
* * *
I'm so bored okay. Life is going downhill, I haven't gone out in WEEKS, I am so bored and pissed with everything which is keeping me from actually going out. Darn.

I cannot stand this anymore.

Since my blog is pretty unknown and no one would actually bother to search for a blog belonging to such an insignificant loser, I shall express my thoughts on an undesirable group of people collectively known as SCs.

I don't care if I become publicly humiliated or whatever, but if I can't air my views in school without being seen as an anarchist (or not being seen at all), I hope I can at least be truthful here. In this cookie sanctuary.

I really hate the SCs. I'm sorry. I don't actually hate individuals, but I hate the organisation itself.

It gives such an oppressive feeling, you know what I mean? It's like, okay, we know you people do do things, and yes, you put in a lot of effort doing all sorts of useful, and sometimes, seemingly useless things, and I think you all try to do these things such that we can enjoy ourselves.

But there is this thing called personal freedom. Choice. You cannot claim that you want us to enjoy ourselves and yet use such oppressive means to get what you want. How can we enjoy ourselves when you show such utter lack of respect for what we think? No, we are not complete imbeciles, we know what we want. We know what we don't.

Perhaps you all think that we are below you? Like we don't know how much trouble you went through just to plan some event? If you all really did put in effort, there is no way we can deny it. Must you make us feel as though you are gods so as to make what you did valid? Must you spell out the contributions you have made to the school, and make us feel as though we were such insignificant people that we had done absolutely nothing to help?

Maybe you don't know that you are doing this to us. Maybe you all don't know how insensitive you all actually are. But we are your age. We know stuff too. Why must you all make it such that we feel like we are marginalised? Just because we do not agree and just because some decide to do the opposite of what you dictate does not give you the right to judge people. It does not give you the right to label people and make them feel as though they have done something wrong.

What happened to so-called democracy? Are we miscreants to you?

.

I am so BORED.

Today is blog action day! Choo (and I) want to show our support in helping the environment.
Er, yeah, you can find out more here. Yep.

Save the environment! It's really dying if we don't do anything. Ahh, that sounds lovely, doesn't it?

* * *
You know what? I am so glad that the rumour about this year being the last PW is FALSE.
It is but a rumour. Yay, that means the juniors get to feel the torture, oops, I mean, joy of doing such a meaningless, oops, I mean, meaningful thing.

Muahahaha, the juniors will suffer just as we are suffering now!! Hahaha, I hope I will be able to savour every single moment of their pathetic misery!! HAHAHAHA.

I'm sorry, I am a vindictive person like that.

You know how PW brings out the worse in people? Okay, so it does sometimes bring out the best of some, in one way or another, but really, you should see some groups' situations. It's like MI+Sec3 film making+WWII mixed together and shrunk into this disgusting entity called Project Work.

I will praise PW like mad in the I&R, so that the teachers will be so happy at our satisfied reactions that they would add more stuff into it. Yes, let's all do that.
* * *
GAH, I have absolutely no inspiration to blog. My mind is constantly bombarded with the abhorred topic of PW. My inner voice is telling me, "Murder all the PW teachers, and then drink some potent poison so that you will lose your voice, and so that you wouldn't have to present PW!"

Never mind.
* * *
BORED BORED BORED. BORED BORED BORED.

Teenagers
-My Chemical Romance

They’re gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work
They’re gonna give you a smirk
‘Cause they got methods to keep you clean
They’re gonna rip up your heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine

They said all teenagers scare
The living shit out of me
They could care less
As long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You’re never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you’re troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did

They said all teenagers scare
The living shit out of me
They could care less
As long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

Ohhh yeah!
They said all teenagers scare
The living shit out of me
They could care less
As long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

All together now!
Teenagers scare
The living shit out of me
They could care less
As long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

Oh, Teenagers scare
The living shit out of me
They could care less
As long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me


* *
I'm still a teenager, yes?
A few more years, then.
Then it will be the real shit world, not more of this minor shit we have.
I don't want. I still want to scare the living shit out of others! (Not that I do.)

Does anyone have one of those lame ass blog quizzes things? I'm so bored I would dedicate my time answering pointless questions. You see the extent of BORING-NESS around here?

See ya tomorrow, you poor unfortunate souls!

I forgot to mention how cute this skin is.
This skin is cute!

I want to go out. I NEED TO GO OUT!

Even though this skin is cute, it is not cute enough to satisfy my cravings for some social activity with people. No, PW is not "social activity", it is an extremely boring activity.

PLEASE I WANT TO GO OUT. SOMEONE PLEASE FREE ME FROM THESE MENTAL SHACKLES!!! (Wow, I sound so philosophical. Right.)

Er, i really do not have anything to talk about, so I shall channel Choo Weilin the environmental activist:

[605.606 failedcook]___ (: says:
look for unpackaged or minimally packaged foods
[605.606 failedcook]___ (: says:
bringing your own containers
[605.606 failedcook]___ (: says:
buying in bulk, or pick brands that use bio-based plastic packing
vivien says:
LOL
vivien says:
bio based bags??
[605.606 failedcook]___ (: says:
yes go check the packaging
vivien says:
LOL
[605.606 failedcook]___ (: says:
eat more raw food ok
[605.606 failedcook]___ (: says:
save energy

* * *
Happy now, Choo?

Okay, I shall now stop blogging, because I really have nothing to blog about.

How are all these images similar?

They were all taken from the mirror! That is a true indication of our narcissistic nature.

I guess we really love who we are, which makes Iago wrong. Never mind.

I want to go out! I'm bored of staying at home. I'm bored of PW!

I have bad news, by the way. Leanne closed her blog. Yunxuan closed her blog too. Gah. This is so sad. Two more blogs short.

...

Aiyar, I shall go read some books now. I have not read books in a while, haha. I am a nerd, yeah.

I guess I should go to sleep, but I'm just so utterly bored. Yes, even bored of sleeping, which is supposed to be the most enjoyable thing in life (nah, i don't know. I'm just saying). So anyway, I shall seek solace in blogging.

I am tired of popular people and their whims.

Er, never mind.

I want to do something I've never done before in my life. That seems a little impossible. But I am so bored of this mundane everyday life we are living. I wanna do something fun (yes, something more thrilling than meeting Zhang Zhen Yue.
* * *
I am now using the old cocked-up version of windows messenger. Wah, cannot even put display pic. Hai, all those camophilic pictures gone to waste. I am addicted to posting pictures onto my blog. Just for the sake of looking at them again. Gah. I am so in love with the past. Even my messenger is so old-school. No lar, I can't help it, my MSN died. Sian. It must be foreshadowing or something, I guess.

I like comparing old photos with new ones. It's always fun to see how much you have changed. Like recently I was rummaging through this cupboard when I found the old class photos. Wow, I looked like this fat white nerd okay. Not nerd, even worse, I looked like a sad girl who can't smile. Er, never mind. You won't comprehend the meaning of it until you have seen my cringe-smile thing. Haha, damn weird. I looked like I was in pain or just fu-yan-ing or something.

Gah. I am damn bored. I hate PW! Sorry, the subject of PW cannot get out of my mind! I am so sick. We have to go out someday. This solitary blabbering is making me nuts. Blogging is so anti-social. You are talking to yourself more then you are communicating with you readers, you know?

I want to go out so desperately, but I am horribly broke. I owe Krystal $5.30, Chip $4.00, Q-bing $1.10, shit, I don't have money le lar! Maybe I should get a job like Soke May, except I wouldn't want to work at such an oily place. And get such a low-paying job.
* * *
Argh, my mum told me we wouldn't be celebrating Chinese New Year next year, because of the funeral this year.
Well.
* * *
Give me something to blog about soon. I know quite soon I would be mourning about the results, but I still need something interesting to blog about. Someone go shave your head or something!

Make my life interesting!

Apparently, according to Chip and Choo, we have LIFE (or, rather, lives, but who's caring?)!!
Because we went to Bugis and saw ZHANG ZHEN(G?) YUE!!! Not like we planned it or anything, we were just walking to the 12 bus-stop when we saw all the people crowding in anticipation around a stage. We thought it was Luo Zhi Xiang who was coming, as there were all those posters and whatever, but we overheard someone saying it was actually Zhang zy (yeah, you know.). It was cool lar, since his songs were not bad, and he was relatively known to us (except Choo, who pretended she did know who he was, so as not to incur the wrath of his fans). So, ZHANG Z YUE!!!!

Haha, noob Choo managed to get this picture after several failures. Because the green striped shirt guy kept blocking. Cool, yeah? We do have some sort of, er, excitement.

* * *

Right now I have reverted back into my usual mundane lifestyle: discussing PW.

You know how pointless and detestable PW seems? Like you plan so much, you even have a shit presentation, but in the end, what do you get? A grade and a proposal for an empty cause? A sense of satisfaction at a job well done? A hatred for all group projects? Arh, I think we would end up with massive brain burnout.

Have I mentioned how I dislike PW?

* * *

Okay, now I have to get a OP ppt draft out.

Seeya, people.

I think I am not a nice person.


Nanjing, us looking cool and, er, in search of something.




Yunnan trip, we look spiffy, yeah?



Leaving Yunnan, me, Soke May and Xumei. :D



Xumei's sexyback, super wet birthday. Where we pigged out on ICE-CREAM CAKE!!!



Don't we look so tired? Yeah, it's the Nanjing Incident.

Yeah, Leanne's Birthday, where we really camwhored.

Okay, "camwhored" is kinda derogatory. Gah. We were just having fun with the camera. Not prancing half-naked in suggestive positions. Er, never mind. So, we are NOT camwhores! Maybe just camophiles.

Sorry for not going to Sentosa today, but I'm really not the happy, nice, high(unless I feel like it) kinda girl. Now I've just got to live with that. Seeya then.

6 more essays.

I have to keep reminding myself that the promos are not over yet. Which is just so wrong. If I screw Lit up too, I may not get to promote, because if I fail GP I would need to show that I can pass the other subjects, and since Maths was such a ________ and my chem is only nearly mediocre, I can only pray to get okay for lit. Oh man.

I hate GP.

I really have nothing to blog about, after a long absence from the virtual world due to the promos. Gah, writer's blog (haha, okay, block). Those not taking Lit or Geog or CLL are so lucky that their promos are already over! The promos timetable organiser really doesn't like that humanities/arts people. I am so bored.

My sister had this misconception that I was taking the 'A's right now. Right.

Oh well, maybe I will get some blogging inspiration after lit. Good night.

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