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lamentations from a runaway mind
euGENE
I've figured that I already lost my sanity a long time ago. |
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hey there guys. have just finished physics (whew). hoho. oh and, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CYRUS!~ PSPS: cyrus got a really really bad mango today. you're like, one year older! thanks for adding humour in the class? haha. and thanks alot for help with PESA. would've suicided without your help. today had some dance SYF preview. but i didn't go coz of math remedial. anti-climax much? kudos to the dance instructor. choreograph until so damn zai! all the dances so nice. oh. and band got silver. know how a silver tastes like when you've been winning gold with honours consecutively? it tastes like dog shit smeared on cat shit, and then that thing got eaten by a chicken, then shitted out again..the band people really worked hard for it. maybe like, the judges put a wrong score or something. maybe they put and infinity sign but the stupid score-recorder people thought it wasn't possible and put an 8. gah. tomorrow got english lit test. F*ck. and the best thing is, you can't prepare for the damn thing. it's on Merlion poetry. Speaking of which, the Merlion is, well, really controversial. oh, and in case you don't know. i have a crush on someone. *gasps* yeah. sorry, all you gay guys out there. and that someone just asked me who i liked on msn. lolol. and she's a close friend. :"] CCA tomorrow too. really cool. am now playing centre. have been super on form recently. hope this goes on. haha. yay. ohoh, and hamamatsu. the exchange programme is 47 days away! and i'm the only one from RV going. kudos to the interview. lucky i got in. hahaha. OH YEAH. for all the track people, like kelly, darren and the like, JIAYOU FOR THE NATIONALS. track people are like, frigging pro?! they have like, the stamina of a horse on steroids. seriously. then like, they look like the person who killed their mother is waiting at the finish line. i mean, have you seen their faces during the last stretch?! it's like "GET THE F*CKING HELL OUTTA MY WAY B*TCHES!!" lol. facial cramps? why don't the track people stretch their faces anyway? gah. another question to add to the long list of unanswered randomness. well then. toodles. (whoa. that sounded sooo gay.)
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