hung is there a reason for a person to be hung up an another person? and if one person is hung up an another person they should not collide. no make that never. but fear of not ever colliding is pretty hard to take. there's another say 300 days? give or take.

i've been meaning to find a new blog layout but there's so much to choose from it gives me a headache. i need new uniform. i need to learn to run again. i think touch is up and about again. i like it and i wanna play but i don't want to be involved in the whole not an official CCA, no CCA points, no representation and general depression again. moreover, there's no one that i'm totally comfortable with in the 'team'. i miss the smell of grass. now res, let's focus on trainers on tracks.

i wanna ride a rollercoaster. i wonder how much of a surprise this year's gonna be. endless empty thoughts and trying desperately. the one thing in school that can get me down is General Paper. last year i wanted to be the best in GP in class. i think i made it. or i was near it. so that's good. but this year is a little jade-y. after the comments that my GP tutor made, it put me in my spot. between the devil and the deep blue sea. he was depressed and well, so was i. its frustrating to be a science student. good in math, but your language is atrocious. it angers me. biggest insult of '06 was a teacher doubting my language skills. like i couldn't string together a pretty sentence or two. annoying. she insisted that i had help in the paragraph when i did not and i eventually had to say yes. but today, now... i just hate it that i suck in English. blinkers. i could just kill you!

yeah it's depressing to suck that bad.

i yearn for a cold rainy day. to sip teh tarik at this one coffeeshop in geylang. and talk. like there's no tomorrow. and long bus rides with the one person i can talk non-stop to about everything under the cloudy sky. sickly sweet teh tarik that makes your teeth hurt just looking at it.


cigarello people. and my dear henrietta i've got no flowers for you. it's hard to miss you when you're following us about.


buy me some shoes and maybe take me for cola? i wonder if you're alive. and i still wonder why she does you wrong. and i wonder why things go sour. and i wonder why even girls break up. i wonder if anything lasts. it should since the world is becoming more and more plastic. take me out!  ¶ 2:47 PM