omg. days fly toooo dam fast. im giivng up slowly. or so i told myself. screw it all. and then a day like this comes, and turns it all around. wow. talka bout sweet.
so nglish prelims went DAM well. haha. i swear. my hopes are up. i need this top in level. i need this confrimation. too many times have i been beaten by bryan C. yeahs. sigh. i need this one. and guitar playing! WOW. who would have guessed how much i could improve in one day. wow. feels good. feels fun, to be able to play more decently than before. and thnaks to jonny of course for tuning it. and arthus for re-tunin it. ahha. and we were playing and not eating, until add maths. and i completed the paper! like wow. i think i nailed that one! ADD MATHS too.. omg. how did that happen. feels good. wow. my hopes are up again. after that, justin, ben mao, ben ow alfred and arthus and I stayed back playing the guitar till like 4 sumthing. and finally we went to parkway KFC for lunch. ahha. and when arthur left to meet his darling, and ben ow, mao, alfred and I were left, we stayed there and talked... non-stop. was really fun. i never laughed so hard in so long. we were all joking, and crapping, and wow. was dam fun. thats all ic an say. ahha. matrc later joined us, followed by kash, nadia and de wei. then the mao, ow and alf left. so it was just, nadia, de wei, (jasvir then came), kash, marc and later yings. and we ate at fish and co. haha. wow. and we really had fun.
after all that i paid 45 bucks for bee hoon. ahha. wow. fuck. i need to get my change back from de wei tomorrow. and yeah. we walked around. and i talked to yings. and she was sweet. but yeah. anyways, went home with kash, until bedok mrt. he seemed to sense i was feeling bad, or troubled. haha. and, it was a perfect day i mean.... except...
it could have been more perfect. was just missing you in it. sigh. and i miss you. and tomorrow is the debates. need to prep myself up for that. we need to win. we have to. sigh. selvam, jas and myself. hope i dotn screw it up. yeaps. 80s rock bands have too high pitched voices. wah lao.
hahas. guess what. i lived through the eighties! haha. thats how old i am. beat that.
sigh. good nigth. see you tomorrow. when love and hate collide.
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