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There's the guy who just goes with whatever life brings. Floats along from place to place. To him, everyone's nice. He's nice to everyone. He's shy. He's quiet. He's simple. He thinks in black and white. But he's so cute. He's like the ultimate innocence factor.
And then there's the guy who's so perfect. You want to be jealous of him and hate him for his perfection, but he's so nice you feel guilty. He listens to whatever you rant about. He's everyone's best friend. He's so nice it hurts. It's a love-hate relationship.
Then there's the guy who thinks he's cool. He styles his hair and acts like he owns the world. He's the typical jock type – plays the drums and electric guitar, great at sports, and everyone thinks he's so hot. He is. And he knows it. He's just so annoyingly attractive.
Not forgetting the guy who is slightly different from the other guys. He's sensitive and emotional. He can't stand sports. Art is life to him. But he's not a freak, not a nerd. Just more in touch with his emotions than most other guys.
Of course there's the queen bee. She's popular and glamorous and confident. She teases the guys and gossips with the girls. She's never shy. She's sarcastic; but that makes her fun to talk to. She dresses amazingly. She's gorgeous. The only problem? Jealousy.
Then there's the boy-crazy one. Flirting incessantly, mostly unsuccessfully. Desperate. Texting them all day; writing their names everywhere. She pretends she knows all about them, and acts like she's their best friend. Wait, make that girlfriend.
And the mysterious, slightly absent-minded one. Not so in touch with the girls, completely oblivious to the guys. She's the emo-song-and-poem-writing type. Not that her clothes show it. She dresses normally, but hardly talks to people. She's intriguing.
Last of all, the girl-next-door. She's thoughtful and kind and considerate and polite. She's never rude, never insulting, never teasing. She's not awfully pretty; she's just sweet. Demure; gentle. Every finishing school's dream student. Everyone loves her. Or do they?
But obviously everything's not what it seems. There's jealousy and betrayal and oh, my gosh, girlfights.
Buckle up then, because the higher you are, the harder you fall.
and today everyone in class was being ridiculously up in arms about the whole swine flu thing. the whole day certain people were moaning and making a big fuss out of everything. just go away keep quiet and concentrate on math we're not gonna die ok. i don't feel like going to school anymore. there are times you want to crawl into bed, plug in your ipod and not get out for months on end. this is one of those times. school is so uninspiring. but on another note, interviews are ongoing now. mine's this thursday. but it's ok fedele we'll pull through ily all loads and loads.
oh, and some people just HAVE to be so, awfully, annoyingly stalkerish. it's freaking me out. but i can't bring myself to do it again, so i guess i hafta live with it. but i mean really, stop acting like you're so close to me when you're obviously not. i'm trying to be nice, but you're making it so hard.
I'm looking for someone who won't pretend; somebody not afraid to say the way they feel about you.
because everyone's just, so, hypocritical. idk who to trust anymore.
I am totally supposed to be doing math pt now but omg i have no life. in sec 3 we have no life.
let me reiterate.
IN SEC 3 WE HAVE NO LIFE.
everyday its work pt work essays work fa work research work cca work rehearsals. i have no time for anything else. and this year i've been sleeping at like 1, 2 in the morning everyday. not. good. at. all. i have permanent eyebags it is SAD. and i think they're biased against the trip humans people or something all our exams were crammed into those few days. English geog lit on one day, bio ss hist on another. but WHO CARES IT'S ALL OVER because i have no physics data analysis on thurs nyeh nyeh but then MATH PT IS DUE THEN. ohmy.
- momentary panicking -
everything should be ok but i really need to do well for pt cos stats ppa was plain screwed. i totally flunked it man. need to work harder.
anyway, SO, MANY, THINGS, HAVE, HAPPENED. like sli! it was fun. i miss it. our performance may not have been super awesome but it bonded us and i had fun rehearsing and performing it. like sarah and her -slicks back hair- "I'm Rain. Use Clear Shampoo" and Lynn's "Good morning thank you and that is all" omg we were all laughing like crazy. and then of course our exams, where i crammed everything the night before i cannot believe myself. but then again i probably didn't do too well either. i feel so awfully irresponsible and stuff but the thing is we only have a freaking 24 hours in a day and its not enough D:
and founder's day! this year somehow or other we're having it on two days. friday and saturday. and it's in the evening this year. but Dionne deployed me as Ms Norris' personal usher with Sarah Siaw isn't that cool. so honoured.
and mygosh i HEART avemaria like A LOT. we had prac at vch that day and it was kinda screwed and all our pitching was disgusting and we didn't blend and all but the feeling was so magical and ms loo made us all lie down on the stage and close our eyes and listen to the piano. and vch brought back all those wonderful memories of syf in sec 1. ITSUKI. ohmy. itsuki has to be my favourite song of ALL. i remember crying on stage as we sang it, and how shiao yen looked like her heart was breaking while conducting. and how after that ko matsushita stood up and said "bravo" from the gallery up there with all the judges and gold with honours and all. itsuki brings back so many nice memories. my batch has, to bring it back next year if not i'll just cry. I HEART THAT SONG MUCHLY. even more than ave, actually. but ohwell ave is real pretty too.
AND I SHOULD TOTALLY BE DOING MATH PT NOW. I FOUND A LOT OF USEFUL DATA THOUGH I AM HAPPY.
i should stop shouting and this is an awfully long rambly unnecessary jumble of words you're better off not reading. i think i needed the stress relief. somehow hitting the keyboard helps to relieve stress.
SO I SHALL SHOUT SOMEMORE WHILE HITTING THE KEYBOARD REALLY HARD. I BELIEVE IT IS THERAPEUTIC FOR YOUR FINGERS. SO, GO HIT. (not on someone, but the keyboard.)
and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMONE (and tim koh though yours was yesterday.) OLD PEOPLE.
i love this record, baby, but i can't see straight anymore; just dance.