Ignoring, for now, the fact that I was cheated into thinking that "Vanilla Flavored" milk tea satchets only had a hint of vanilla when in actuality its like powdered milk.
And ignoring, for now, the fact that my f___ing-weary body just lugged home a lot of self-raising flour (which is different from normal flour), caster sugar (which is different from normal sugar) and golden syrup (which is different from maple syrup), as well as a kilo of baking chocolate after having a brief encounter with nothavingenoughmoneytopayforthethingsatGiant.
"..thinking they can escape-d from the law!" -Sir Law.
"He is as pro as proteins!" -Yu Pei Yi aka the Joker.
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We had Bio today where we dissected hearts. I minced mine. I will elaborate on a later day when I'm not watching teevee. Which reminds me, I might not go for CCA tomorrow because 1. it sux and 2. Biology CCT.
Oh, apparently Bryan just found my blog. Let us welcome a new reader! Hi Bryan! To think that he's been calling me an Antichist for some time without reading my blog posts. Wait till he sees some of the archives.
I have a confession to make. The reason why I don't really want to go home. Sometimes not at all. Is coz sometimes when I'm alone or when no one's talking to me, the voice in my head starts acting up. Its not exactly a voice lah. But its like a conscience that forces thoughts filled with malice and misconception into my mind. He's terrible. Sometimes I feel like screaming. Sometimes I feel like dying. Sometimes my mind really does.
Ugh. See? This is why I don't wanna go home. Everyone pl0x me more understanding and host moi.
There's swimming lesson for PE tomorrow! Dunno lah, haven't swum for a long time, plus a lung problem thingum, definitely will drown or something. Hopefully I don't. Die and such. But besides that, I love the water. Its like flying.
Why, its almost laughable. Early this year I was like, it can't get any worse than this. It used to be so much better. And now its terrible, its the worst it can be. Then sure enough, it did get worse, and too quickly for my mentality to catch up. And then came a part where it started to turn stale, then I was like, oh it can't get any worse than this. I should have taken the chance when there was still so much hope, so much chance left. Oh, it can't get any worse than this. Then came to the point where the roads started to divide and the person I watched from afar was a much brighter, happier one, albeit a mask, and I was like, oh, it can't get any worse than this, the silence was so much better than the moving on and I should have grabbed the chance when I had it, when there was still so much of me left in there. Oh, it can't get any worse than this.
And yet here we are.
Why, isn't it laughable? What desperation I turned to.
Just how much worse can it get.
How much?
look at me, look at me.
please don't look away.