Good Riddiance to Assesment Week

IT HAS COME TO AN END!

THE WEEK OF HORRIBLE TORTURE IN WHICH I RECEIVED DAILY REMINDERS OF MY IMPENDING LOWER-THAN-THE-IQ-OF-A-PEANUT GPA!

And we finally had that class (ten and a half out of all twenty-six of the people went) ice-skating gathering.

Haha, I FELL DOWN. 8)

And I REALLY REALLY dislike people who skate at high speeds and cut into your path on the ice; because everytime that happens, you have to slow down of change direction suddenly to avoid colliding into that person.

Because of that, I nearly fell a dozen times during that one hour and forty minutes in the rink.

Bleah.

Ohwell, I did fall down in the end, after all.

AND SHUWEI LEARNT TO SKATE! 8)

Congrats Mrs Wang Shuwei! (Number 1 or 2; Joan, Shuwei; I'm not sure who's the first wife)

Haha, and Joan realised today that the first four numbers of her handphone number corresponds with that of her husband's!

'Tis FATE, I tell you.

Haha.

Ten Things I learnt today:
1) Joan, Shuliet, and Vera are pro skaters.

2)Hongyew, Runfeng, Taiwan and Zizhao can all skate really well; even though they said they can't skate

3)Tricia and I are relatively okay skaters (ALL THE WAY PARTNER!)

4) (Even though this isn't something I learnt) Shuwei learnt to skate! Haha, I'm so proud of her 8D

5) Romance is in abundance on ice. (Stairway to Heaven; Full House. This is also a real life method of courting used today, apparently. Haha 8P)

6) Figure skaters have slender figures (pun unintended. But they do! Even if some of them have bulky thighs, their figures are still slender!)

7) I want to learn to figure skate.

8) ASSESMENT WEEK IS OVER!

9) NO MORE MUGGING AND MEMORISING!

10) The "Falling-in-love-with-your-best-friend" Cliche is sweetly sad. It gives me the heartache feeling whenever I read a story with the main character caught up in this cliche. Especially if the best friend is already supposedly liking someone else.

Taylor Swift's Teardrops On My Guitar says it all.

I LOVE THE LYRICS.

Teardrops On My Guitar, by Taylor Swift
Drew looks at me,
I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be

I'll be she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me,
I laugh cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me

He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me,
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be

She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough for me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.
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Sweetly sad heartache, as I said.

It's my favourite type of cliched romance. But only when the best friend ends up with the main character in the end. 8)

I did declare my addiction to Romances, didn't I?

Someone. Help.

I'm supposed to be studying, needless to say.

Surrounded by mountains of notes, files, textbooks and whatnot.

But I'm not.

I haven't even started studying I.H. yet.

Dang it all.

I'm sick and tired of this studying, but I want my 3-point-something GPA.

Arrgh.

I sound like a cross between a brainless bimbo and spoilt brat, don't I?

I'm a bl*&^% slacker.
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They're all so fake.

After seeing how this whole system works, instead of strengthening my faith, it made me realise how much I don't want to be like that; and now my faith is staring to falter.

I don't want to become like that; but I want to believe.

Must I become like that, once I've made my decision?

Will I become like that, once it's all said and done?

Someone, help me believe.

I don't know if it's entirely because of this that my faith's starting to crumble, but the friendships have become strained, and this looks like a farce to me; and now I'm not so sure.

Bring me back, please.

I want to return to where I was before.

I want to believe again.
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Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

-Snow Patrol, Run
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I feel so sad.

Someone, make me happy please.

Your Heartstrings Cut My Fingers

I kept your heart safely in my hands
Away from danger
I thought we were
I thought we could
I thought we would be
Together, Always
But
In the end
My fingers were bleeding
Because your heartstrings cut my fingers

You watched me cry and wiped my tears; you made me smile
My Protector; My Guardian Angel
You picked me up
You raised me high
You promised me
Forever, Always
But then
This Fairytale
Wasn’t meant to be
And your heartstrings (they) cut my fingers

The people said we couldn’t be and yet I still believed in
This happy ending
I never knew
It’d hurt this much
Watching you battle
The chemo
No more words are needed now
Because I know you never meant
For your heartstrings to cut my fingers
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I'll Carry On

I want that 3-point-something GPA.


I need that 3-point-something GPA.


I will get that 3-point-something GPA, even if I die studying in the process.


I'm not even asking for a 4.0, or even a 3.5.

I just want to make it through this year, and remain in NJ to see the year 2008, AND the years to come.

I f***ing want that 3-point-something GPA.

You can try
You'll never break me

It's Me Against The World now, darlings.

Methinks that I have found "Tall, Dark and Handsome"

Aka; THE EDWARD CULLEN. In the form of Kim Sung Soo (Full House), and Daniel Henney (My Lovely Kim Sam-Soon).

Seriously. They look alike.

Except that Henney has larger eyes.

Then again, Kim Sung Soo is full-blooded asian(unless I'm mistaken), whereas Daniel Henney is semi-Caucasian.

Haha. I know that the fact that this post coming after my extremely, blatantly emo post makes it seems as though I have morphed into a Bouncy, Bountifully-Busty Bimbo overnight.

Honestly, I seem to have almost made it for the Brains requirement.

I've just missed The Bimbotic Intelligence Quotient by one point.

ONE MORE POINT TO LOSE!

*cue ditzy voice* IT'S ALRIGHT, IT'S OKAY, I'M AS STUPID ANYWAY!

OH, OH! LIKE, WAVE THE POM-POMS!!!

(Sweet Sarcasm; great to have back 8))

Unfortunately, I'm still lacking in the looks section.

But that's alright; it's the character that counts.

My Edward will love me regardless of my looks.

OH HOW I HATE THE BOOKS. (Stupid smarty-pantii who keep studying. DEATH T'ALL YOU MUGGERS! ARRGH!)

Haha, random line to rhyme. (Looks, Books)

HEY, THAT JUST RHYMED AS WELL! (Line, Rhyme!)

Oh well.

*cue Snow White Falsetto*Some day my prince will comeeee

Haha, must be too much of disney 8)

Okie.

Off!

An Eradicated Past

A new beginning.

I threw away everything in my memory boxes today.

Yeah.


Kidding. I'm too weak to do that.

I just threw away 90% of everything in them.


Looking over the items, I wanted to cry and laugh sardonically at the same time; because suddenly I realise that it's all so fake now.

The Friendships; for what they are now.

And no one's willing to share the memories anymore, it seems. Everyone's moving their own separate way.

So I've decided to throw away 90% of whatever's reminiscent of my past and move on.

As the case in Harmonized's Honourshill (Fictionpress. Go read.); Goodbye, old me.

I'm moving on.
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Throw away the memories
Cos no one wants them anymore
Let's just walk along in Life
Our separate Paths.
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