It’s already the second month of the year. How exciting.
I’m torn between so many things, but I guess I can’t have it all. And achievement of the year so far:
- I tried almost all flavours of Vitamin Water (don’t judge me. the colours are too pretty and it’s not my fault it taste like crap and peimin keeps buying them)
- Joyous start of the school year (in which my energy and enthusiasm has exponentially decreased by the days)
- Resisted a lot of temptations. I repeat. A lot. (you have no idea)
- Got an awesome roommate (but she’s barely around)
- Screwed up my ankle again (yes I blame you, the one that stepped on my toe and had me limping for a few days)
- Been crossing off days on my calendar
- Listened to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and dayum I’m beating the devil’s tattoo (disclaimer: I spelt tattoo as “tatoo” on my desk which is a huge blunder and an insult to the awesome song but I refuse to acknowledge it. and if you mentioned anything about vandalism zip it or you better out run my gun)
- Performed in PAC with two pony tails (mind you I look cute)
- Found almost everything so inspiring.
Argh not even ten achievements? My life is pretty sad. Sad face.
I have a yellow balloon by my table and it’s been excited. I’ve been telling it “WAIT FOR KWAN TO COME BACK YOU STUPID BALLOON THEN I’LL TAKE YOU TO HER AND WHACK HER HEAD WITH YOU THEN WE WILL BOTH LAUGH AT MY SILLY WAY OF SAYING I’M NEVER GOING TO BABYSIT YOUR BALLOON EVER AGAIN”. I’m just screwing with you gosh take a joke.
I just realize my math teacher is a socially awkward person that I can’t help but to stereotype him and feel sorry for his barely-existing social life. I really wonder what goes on in his head for torturing himself by being a teacher. I mean, haven’t you gotten enough from your school days? Human behaviour is really unpredictable. I wonder if anthropologists should study him. Maybe one day he will emerge from his cocoon as a majestic butterfly and become the second Bill Gates or Mark Zuckerberg. Maybe, then, we would be proudly saying “He used to be my teacher”.
Well enough of school. I’m dreading the thought of long days and uneventful GP lessons. In fact, I should be proceeding with my work now. Yes, rest awhile.
Awhile is over.
