Hey all.

i think everyone's feeling a whole lot better after the eoys. that is, everyone other than the pure art people, the pure music people, the pure physical education people, pure english literature people, the pure chinese literature people, the elective english literature people and the elective chinese literature people. Fortuneately or unfortuneately, I happen to fall under one of these categories.

everyone's running off from school to play LAN. nothing atypical. even shawn tan running off with them to play LAN despite the fact that his pure music paper is tomorrow is nothing atypical.

his mom smsed me a few hours ago asking me, with a distinctly assertive tone, which LAN branch he goes to.

somehow i don't feel motivated to answer.

it's none of my business anyway, so why should i care.

i nearly had a heart infarct (in-fck!) today near the end of the bio paper.

i realised that i left out ANSWER BOOKLET A when the invigilator gave the pens-down call.

i swore out loud. fortuneately or unfortunately, he didn't hear me.

that would mean 3 qns, 25 marks, and A1, even a pass, out of the window.

like spider-man's ring, bouncing on the street and rolling towards a sewer grating. no web to stop its movement. no nothing.

25 marks gone to nothing. no nothing.

i really felt like bursting into tears at that point of time. I screamed at random people and screamed fck! until i zao xia at the end of the paper. the invigilator was still there, and he gave me that wtf look.

and the worst thing was, lok lam said BEST when i mentioned it to him.

my friend. i wanted you to console me.

Like jasper, i was cold and hungry during the amaths paper. i skipped recess to revise binomial theorem together with kuan hoe. i didn't regret it much, but still, i could hear my stomach practically growling through the whole paper.


anyway, i felt really frustrated when i got home, 'cause i couldn't play kiss the rain properly. to me, when it's played nicely. despite the occasional slips and screw-ups, there seems to be a calming effect, and it's highly satisfying - the A-major chord at the end really sends that feeling of peace into your heart.

Yiruma is a great composer and a great pianist. really. if i can, it'll be bliss to play through Kiss The Rain with emotion and without mistakes. you'd feel the peace.

so i can't cure my heart with art, unlike illness with medicine. so i tried playing river flows in you. i played it smoothly but ended up feeling more tormented than ever (not saying that it's not a great piece though).

I have to study lit now. update when i have the time.

hcl people, all the way for o-level chinese. cheer up, we're all in this together!

bye.



Oh. and peiqi. sorry for being an ass.

this is bryan nicholas' nostril.

nice. i almost kena bang by bicycle.

this is my heart. nice right.

this is my table.

i'm depressed. save me.

2 days to exam and i still don't care.

I think I'm gonna pay dearly for my one week of fun.
As in, seriously. I thought I was stressed over the EOY, but I don't think so.
If you really look at it, it really makes sense.
My hairs are dropping.
When I think REALLY hard for one hour, two of my hairs fall out. Peiqi and Shi Ying knows that.
Even my dick hair is dropping.
Today, when I undressed to shower, five strands of straggly dick hair dropped off like that. Poing.

BUT.

I behaved like the exams were eons away this week.

I don't know why, but during this week, I had to hug Ri Xuan, Lok Lam and Yi Herng. So I was like, um, gay around Lok Lam.


By the way, I'm not gay. I'm bisexual.

One of these days I walked to the MRT station with LL. He kept pushing me away, changed his walking speed drastically in all ways to avoid me. Once, he tripped over a sewer grating when utilising his leg muscles to walk full speed.

I laughed and told him he was damn cute. (which was, in a way, true.)
He frowned and told me I was damn gay. (which was, in a way, true.)


oh, and besides that. I tried to study, but I somehow couldn't bring myself to.
This whole week consisted of spamming people. Really. Spamming people like Lok Lam. Peiqi. And other random people.

I sent 45 messages (and counting) this week. The first four days of the week, I think I sent a little less than 100. Assuming I sent 90 messages (that I deleted since it was making my phone lag so much), that would make 130 messages. (which is a lot, considering that I usually send little over 20-30 messages a week.) Looking back, it's kind of fun to spam people and read the responses (especially lok lam's). A great way to destress too. I was sick on Tuesday - Wednesday (ie, not feeling well). So I told Peiqi this:


Art is an instant arrested in eternity.



And -


To the world, you may be one person.


But to one person, you may be the world.


After a moment's thought, I quoted Lok Lam:


change of pronoun.

"But I guess I'm just one person in my own world after all."


So she LOL?'ed me, and I told her not to LOL? me when I'm sick.


Oh right. I know I was being stupid and annoying.


But I'll be even more stupid and annoying after exams.


It's wrong for me to post because I'm sick of mugging.



Bye.

happy children's day to all.



regards,
the-cutest-stalactite@romantic-stalactite.bs