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Saturday, August 15, 2009

i just filed up all my notes. bio chem math ALL of them.
looking at the row of pretty ring files sitting on my shelf makes me happy,
it sounds so downplayed now because i am feeling bored. bored and ugly.
bored with no choice, because i have my first 'A' level paper this monday;
bio spa, nervous, i have only ever passed our school practicals once, so i have to study very hard for it now.
i have had almost wild urges to loiter in the night.
i still have it because it hasn't been sated yet, say hi to the constellations breathe in life.
a random teacher asked me in the canteen two days ago, "hi hello are you J1 or J2?"
"J1."
"i thought so. you look fresh."
"are you kidding me.?"
"you still dont look dead yet, no eye bags or dark circles..."
"you cant see them because i'm too tan."

scramble-walking across a large crossroad makes me feel prickly and bold
vulnerable and alive

she's not here @

10:10 PM