GRACEEE.
It's so painful everytime I read what you write, yet I still do. Any season, any Crescent line-up is different without you. I refuse to download Skpe even though it;s the only way to contact you, snail mails aside. I don't know why, neither do I know when I will relent. I guess I just refuse to settle for half. I am selfish, I want you back here, in Singapore.
Tskkkk, why can't canadian vacations last a year long.
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Refusal to leave my bed has caused me to miss two papers today - Econs and Chinese. Think I care?
Well, yeah, in a way, because it's the closest way to gauging myself before promos. But since it's not counted at all, being the slack person that I am, I am once again doing less and taking the easier way out. Good news is, I'll be missing geog tomorrow as well.
Life as we like it.
Lately, Shakespeare has been less ambiguious than public opinion. I am beginning to understand and hence appreciate his work. Not a lot, just a little, but nonetheless. On the other hand, Joseph Conrad is making me want to rewrite history - to cause an even bigger genocide than any civil war. I want to silence him, his mouth and his pen. I hate the way he "illuminates darkness" or "clarifies ambiguity", oxymoron much?
Too much.
By the way, I haven't done math at all, since I left Crescent, since my O'level E Math paper.
