PHEW.
That was one LONG title.
Haha
Okay.
Firstly, note the title.
8)
The GPA system really stresses me out.
But I shall bravely take in my stride.
Anyway, (MOOD SWING ALERT)
I shall henceforth retire from seriously writing poetry and prose (seriously meaning; keeping a portfolio of my works)
I want to CRY.
My computer crashed on NEW YEAR'S EVE.
And SURPRISE!
'POOF!' Went my computer.
'POOF!' Went all my work.
'POOF!' Went my heart, my soul, my joy, my pride, my faith, and my EVERYTHING.
Though I do actually probably have a hard copy of my previous works stuffed somewhere in my file, those copies are the raw, unedited and refelction-less ones.
I'm too lazy and heartbroken to re-edit them and type them back anyway.
Besides, it isn't the same to re-edit an edited piece which you lost.
It just isn't.
(Oh man, I sound like I'm recounting my broken marriage with writing or something.)
I shall stick to writing-when-inspired type of writing from now on.
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My mum wants me to join DANCE.
Can you actually imagine that?
Okay, scratch that.
That was a SCARRING image.
Cough, cough. Splutter, splutter. Vomit, vomit. BELCH.
I shall embarrass myself in the auditions.
Oh wait.
Since I'll do so badly, they'll reject me, then I'm free to tryout for some other not-so-out-of-character CCAs.
Yay!
Cheers to me!
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And EVERYONE PULL ADRIANA'S HAIR AND CAUSE SADISTIC HARM TO HER.
(POKING IS ALSO ENCOURAGED)
OR SHE'LL START PULLING YOUR HAIR, CALING YOU LOSER, AND PLOTTING EVIL, DEVIOUS PLOTS WHICH ENDANGER YOU.
