February 2011
Amazing things I do when I'm sick
1. Survive lessons as though everything makes sense
2. Prize-giving back at Nanyang
3. POP
4. OG sleepover (sleeping at 3++ am)
5. Educating Rita
The play was really good though and it is very amusing standing at the back of a bunch of people, observing how they try to find a place with colourful windows. The late night seems to make everything clearer in contrast. And it is also the late...
I can’t believe I met you today. No actually, we didn’t meet. We just happened to be at the same place at the same time, unfortunately so. Our eyes crossed for that one second and I stared right at you for that split second, wondering why you looked so familiar. Then I remembered.
It must be hard, looking at me, knowing who I am but not able to openly admit so. The same goes for me....
I can't believe my teacher failed me.
elysasakurai:
timetosinkorswim:
legendwaitforitdaryy:
mizu-chan905:
spitwateratlife:
gianatiempo:
Chemistry
Physics
Math
Physics
Physics
Math
Chemistry
Math
omg these had me laughing so much
This is probably the tumblr post that I have laughed the most at ever
hahahhahahahahhahahahahahhaha
hahahaha, actually that funny
BENTA. =))))))))))))))
It’s my birthday! 2 million!!! PAY UP.
I think my best memories of class so far consist of Mono Deal and all the stupid and senseless things we’d say when we play the game.
Birthdays are quite magical. Magical enough to write a poem about it. Too bad I can’t write.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about some stuff, but I think the birthday has erased away some of the feelings...
Despite how I may seem loud-spoken, I am actually a terrible failure at communication. I never say the right words, look at people the right time and I never translate my feelings correctly ever.
So maybe when I seem happy, I am happy. Maybe I’m sad. Maybe when I am sad, I’m actually happy. And all these can occur together. Is it very confusing? It all seems perfectly normal to...
I need some grounding! Math seems to be the only subject that keeps me sane because I know the answers are there somewhere. I miss how I could find some comfort in the rigour of bio and chem.
When you're asleep.
lovejen:
ballerinaoftheweek:
Expectation: Reality:
HAHAHA
“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.
Oh, Plath.
A long orientation post
Orientation ‘11 is officially over.
These 2 weeks have been spent with OG30 and 11A15 and the latter whom I will spend another 2 years with. 2 weeks, 2 years - wow. Orientation has been good, fun and crazy. But also very enlightening, I think this is one of the times I’ve had the most mixed feelings ever and having a strange kind of high that dips me to an all-time low right after. ...
“Tim: When Glendon’s mom says he is special she really means he is…
Kayhian:...”
– (via vanillanights)
I hate it when you treat me so special for one day...
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