without your smile.
i.
hate.
suspense.
if you know me long enough, i've never really liked suspense. i mean, yeah it's thrilling to you, keep stuff from people just to see them squirm around as if they're little maggots on rotting bread. but the person on the receiving end is all, "is it going to happen or not?". palms get sweaty, tempers fluctuate, heartbeats increase, throats get dry, breaths are shorter, the feeling of someone squeezing your guts out.. sounds entertaining, no?
i.
hate.
you.
actually, there are more than 10 yous right now.
but theres a certain you, whom i have no idea what im going to do about right now. its not exactly affecting me, but i just think about it quite often. it gets worse when i see you opposite somewhere, or even better, beside each other and we just ... , you get it? whats wrong, like, honestly? and please, im not bloody interested in you.
and there's like pw/gp tomorrow and im stuck at the bloody compre. what the fuck does "brutalise and debase our citizenry" mean?! its like, can you think of what it means on the spot under the stressful conditions of a exam theatre, most probably the hall which has different degrees of temperature, depending on your register number?
oh yeah about the hall. last year i was seated under the aircon at the door. sounds good no? yeah its a no. like, the aircon was blowing everywhere except me, and the bloody sun was shining on me -_-ll i bring the jacket shi duo yu de.
the audi's even better. its like so bloody cold, if your paper is 3 hours, please bring 2 jackets. i froze while wearing 1 only. after the 3 hour paper, i walked out, around in the sun in a jacket and still shivering. no idea how those without jackets stand it.
but anyway the point is i dont know how to do this compre.
and fuck i forgot to return the dvd.
vball match was quite lmao. there was this dude who was cheering with a tamborine and being all over enthu shitz. they said he's one of the tj player's dad. but he looked like those guys who would like, you know, if the team lose he'd run around whacking people with his tamborine. ok he didnt. but he looked like it. yeeaahh.
ya but anyway we lost to nyjc, they're like good la. bloody tall people, gimme 10cm? ok 5 will do. haha. whatever. the point is, we lost, and we're not 1st, we're 2nd, which is impressive because we got 4th. what am i talking about. -_-ll forget it. yeah.
exco results out tomorrow, hope i get in. (: ok fine i badly want to. puhleeze? i'll stop wearing my purple gay earrings if you do.
yeah ok compre.
byebye.
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