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| Don't talk to me, you rat. I don't understand why you even bother. This is precisely the reason why I do not even attempt to make small talk with you. Simple enough, I take it that you're not there. You and your "cutting" remarks, with that same old motive that you've been trying to shoot at me since forever. You're not cool enough, you're a loser so just stay as one. Maybe in your head you've been asking why we're not even close when we have so many mutual friends. It's because, you ratted on me. Very dignified huh, bitching about me, then hoping I wouldn't find out?
Now, pay attention, if you don't know me, don't act as if you do.
What are you, what do you have? You've got nothing on me. | | |
| So tell me, what do you believe in?
Where does your faith lie?
In the skies, or in your soul itself?
Or do you choose to believe in what's ahead of you?
Or do you believe in what lies in the past?
Then just tell me, what is worth believing?
A thought that's been running circles in my head, no motive intended. | | |
| Today was great, of course no day's perfect without 4N. I love this people, I enjoy their company from the bottom of my heart, and I am just dreading the thought of being separated from them, sigh. Today some real funny things happened for example I was like totally complaining and whining about the essay we got to criticize which had utterly atrocious English (coincidentally my last post described it aptly) to Anu when the chair I was leaning on just slipped. I went into shock and just stared around me while everyone went "Farhain did you knock your head?" "Are you okay!" Serena was saying about how she was suddenly talking to me when I just suddenly went down. Next was Mockingbird, when Mdm Audra was right in front of me, and she asked a question, and then in searching for an answer rapidly in my head my eyeballs rolled from left to right, left to right, she laughed at my panic mode and gave me a pat on the back. Hahahaha.
After school was the highlight of the day, before tuition I just slacked around in class, while Ani Steph did Paper Mache while YT Preethi Tiff were doing homework. So I was chatting with Serena, and I think she's one of the coveted few who I can really have a heart-to-heart to, even though she's hilarious and all that but she's a really nice person to talk to, because she doesn't judge your feelings and is sincere about her opinions. I realized that time doesn't necessarily result in a strong friendship, and I just, sigh, I don't know, but all I do currently know is I have some real great friends whose company I just enjoy. And best is she doesn't take me for granted.
All of us ended up sitting down and having an hour worth of horror stories, everyone had their encounters and it was damn funny, how they were cutting up obituaries to make the paper mache and I just screamed at Steph, and then she screamed and everyone was like "THAT AH MA'S STARING AT ME!". We were so involved in the stories that I ended up just staying put and not leaving for tuition early, so I rushed off to Tampines, I just figured out that my school's really stuck in the middle of nowhere, only my house is sort of near (sort of). I ended up getting a good five minutes of sleep during tuition, I was really laughing my ass off listening to my tutor coach this younger boy English, "No, bitch's used for animals, not women". I've never been that bad at English, swear to god.
While on the long ride home I thought to myself,
Success is based on your own perception. That success comes from your point of view. A failure can call himself a success, and someone who others believe have attained success can call himself a failure. It's all in your own court, you make that success in you, or you can just settle to call yourself a failure. You set the bar, you hold the power, it's your do and say.
P.S. Cheer up cannibal, at least we can watch them on Youtube, or loot the CCTV recordings. (:
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| Tired and uninspired, yet compelled to write, to at least post decently, to "combat" a certain blog I read which was given to me to analyze and criticize by my dear friend. The follies of youth, all these phases everyone goes through, whether it's the "Ahlian zilian" phase where your Ah Beng boyfriend's name is in itself a spelling error and your name sounds something close to Apocalypse or Crucifix, or the "I'm a literary wonder" phase where you fish out every word that stretches more than seven letters long to disguise simple words like, "hide the truth" or even "fuck you". I dedicate this to all bloggers on the World Wide Web, there's a function called Spellcheck that is there not only to be on display, but to be of function. I may not be an English teacher but I am highly critical of spelling and grammar, and by the way, there's an apostrophe ( ' ) between I'm and you're already sixteen please don't shame the Singaporean education system by not knowing your singulars/plurals. "No die, but an ace, for him! For he is but one" - Not being a fan of the typical male chauvinist pig but then again I think Demetrius is absurdly, sarcastically, cruelly likable. | | |
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