Thursday, January 12, 2006
I'm only happy when it rains.
probably.
pour your misery downpour your misery down on mei'm only happy when it rainsi'm only happy when it's complicatedi know you can't appreciate iti'm only happy when it rainsyou know i love it when the news is badoh it feels so good to feel so sadthat song's by Garbage, one of the best bands ever,i tell ya. they're not really goth-rock. they just happen to sing about things nobody dares to sing about. like homosexuality,and dressing like a tranvestite and the measures some people take,just to feel OK ('bleed like me').
anyway it HAS been raining. which is good. because i am happy. because we don't have flag raising.and Mrs P can't find out(under sunlight) that my black hair dye which is supposed to be permanent has been...disappearing. really. i took a good look in the mirror under sunlight and my hair is VERY red.ahhas. anyway i don't think singing the national anthem and the school song EVERY SINGLE DAY WHEN IT DOESN'T RAIN is a very good way of promoting whatever they're supposed to promote. all it does is to make us bloody sick of it. and we don't even bother opening our mouths. we don't even look forward to going down for FRC.
and it's been really cold these days. sometimes i like it, sometimes it gets too cool. i could really do with some hot chocolate,you know?
but of course we can't drink/eat in class, because it is commonly thought that teenagers are clumsy things and will spill stuff which will attract all the ants in the universe.
but i think it is a good plan. because since all the ants are there, we can just spray insecticide on them and be rid of all the ants around.
whatever.
i seriously suck in my studies. it takes me like centuries to understand how to do the math and physics questions. why do i even bother living anyway huh? i mean, we're all just going to die anyway. so why should we care about how far a pendulum swings? and who's the bloody moron who mixed the salt and sugar together and wants to separate them using filtration and dissolution? he could bloody well use the bloody time he used on separating the salt and sugar to go buy some more salt and sugar from the nearest NTUC.
going home now is such a hassel. i spend like an hour or so just travelling home,and that's not counting taking the lift or ringing the doorbell and waiting for my maid to open the door. and the buses i take? the routes suck. they go to all the auntie-and-uncle-favored places. so all i see are aunties and uncles,and their equally beng and lian children. not interesting. in fact, downright disgusting. no wonder foreigners' hotspots are still Orchard Road. so all i do is sleep on the buses.
people at school? erggggggh. i feel like slapping like 3/4 the people at CCHMS. and not just the students, all right?
i am just a sleep deprived mood-swinger.
[can't you see i want you?]
at 4:07 PM
