the incoherent few lines.
THE INCOHERENT FEW LINES.
start of mid years! had gp and chinese today. gp was average but chinese was simply jus bad. lets not think bout it, its over anw. we're all feeling tha pressure from whatever stares blankly at us when we face our textbooks in utmost awe, wonder and disgust [of how we did not get down to it earlier]. stress is now an understatement. and there is no longer a word that cld describe this agony we face.
ive not studied fer like 3 weeks and 4 days alr! [its 3 mins to 5 days.] cant seem to kick tha addictive habit of procrastinating. ugh!
smth i ripped outta ma blog:
"in this world where its primary nature is to be capricious, no one can predict whats gonna happen next. or if you think of it in a morbid sense, when you're going to die. but one thing seems definite - relationships. these are treasures that moths cannot destroy, that when built on a firm foundation of trust, even an earthquake of magnitude eight cannot demolish. its untouchable and the only possible way of abolishing it, is to ruthlessly tear it apart with your own two hands. i too, seem to be able to do it subconsciously. and i assure you that its no fun at all."
snippets: figment of vivid images still appears in ma mind now and then, and it always ends with a tear, with a reminder that certain individuals are now gone, maybe fer a moment, or most probably - forever. however, i still cling onto that faint hope - a hope that a miracle will happen.
hey! study hard. play hard[er.]
this entry is posted by MANDA. (:
start of mid years! had gp and chinese today. gp was average but chinese was simply jus bad. lets not think bout it, its over anw. we're all feeling tha pressure from whatever stares blankly at us when we face our textbooks in utmost awe, wonder and disgust [of how we did not get down to it earlier]. stress is now an understatement. and there is no longer a word that cld describe this agony we face.
ive not studied fer like 3 weeks and 4 days alr! [its 3 mins to 5 days.] cant seem to kick tha addictive habit of procrastinating. ugh!
smth i ripped outta ma blog:
"in this world where its primary nature is to be capricious, no one can predict whats gonna happen next. or if you think of it in a morbid sense, when you're going to die. but one thing seems definite - relationships. these are treasures that moths cannot destroy, that when built on a firm foundation of trust, even an earthquake of magnitude eight cannot demolish. its untouchable and the only possible way of abolishing it, is to ruthlessly tear it apart with your own two hands. i too, seem to be able to do it subconsciously. and i assure you that its no fun at all."
snippets: figment of vivid images still appears in ma mind now and then, and it always ends with a tear, with a reminder that certain individuals are now gone, maybe fer a moment, or most probably - forever. however, i still cling onto that faint hope - a hope that a miracle will happen.
hey! study hard. play hard[er.]
this entry is posted by MANDA. (: