a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
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-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
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Friday, July 18, 2008, 10:41 pm
Mwahaha. I'm back.I decided not to care about what's going on in my life right now. It's not like I'm totally alone in the world, ya?
I should do as Mr Leow says and "be more like Jonathan." Haha, except for the hand gesture and the "WTF" and the "dots" and the "f***" (Generally I do not swear, but there are exceptions, of course.)
Maths mock prelim... didn't suck that much. Surprisingly not that diabolical, though some parts are really... truly devil spawn.
Oh, and thanks man... for proving, once and for all, everybody was right and I was wrong. Thanks for wasting my time and efforts. And thanks for being the most 'supportive' friend I ever knew. I never heard of someone turning 180 degrees until I met you. Surprisingly, there aren't really much that memories that I'll treasure. So this is it, I guess. The inglorious and untimely end to something which was so promising. If only you knew what they were saying behind your back.
Right, back to regular emo blogging.
Common test really sucked. ARGH. At this rate, I am seriously seriously worried for actual 'A's. I mean, there are bloody geniuses who are scoring practically full marks for everything since J1, which seems impossible.
I am DOOMED. *cue ominous thunder and lightning crackles*
And not to mention it's terribly demoralising to fail (yet again) subject after subject. I'm spiralling into panic and some people can still laugh and chit-chat and not study. Wow, I can't imagine what goes on in those little minds of yours. Oh, laugh and deceive yourselves while you still can. I'll so my best to be the one having the last laugh.
Beautiful Mess - Jason Mraz
You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
Based on your body language,
your shouted cursive I've been reading
You're style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction
'Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
And it's a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like, we are picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are [x7]
This is a good song, not as highly touted as 'I'm Yours' but still pretty darn good. Jason Mraz writes poetry to music.
I need the strength to hold on, make it through the year alive and in one piece. You and everyone else are merely one thorn in my Durian of Discontent. (I really like this phrase, for some reason.)