from pinkblush to insanityy to shatteredd to masked-
it was fun reading all those silly entries yet again
the silly mean fun things we used to do
the four years in stnicks was indeed fun :)
and ended with a bella notte
dont think i'll be blogging anymore

BYE BYE BLOG! :(
byebye sec schooooool

yesterday was tiring
but interesting
we saw zhiyang! :))))
songping when she saw him : '.' -> O.O
hahahahaha
we did alot of walking
but didnt find the place we wanted
ahwells
maybe the helping will help our 2.4 tmr :(

go ling!

fiesta tmr!
although there will be like 1000 stalls selling ice blend,
but i think our blue pearls are very cute and yummy :)
i think im getting excited.
yay

tmr 8pm chU :)

meanwhile,
click here
or here

funny how people dont like you but STILL bother to read your blog.
i am NOT vulgar and i dont really care what you say anyway.

got back chi o's results!

something REALLY VERY EXTREMELY embarrassing happened like er less than half and hour ago
i so WANT to jie jue (quotes ronda the feichong) myself :((
ahhhhhh
MALU :((

hlm is a very stupid book i can never understand now,
nor 10 years later.
i dont even think i can finish reading it in a year
i would pay anyone 50 bucks to write my character analysis for me :/
which is like, due 1000 days ago.
i really dont see the point of writing it now,
since wangjian... LAOSHI! (inside joke haha) says 5 marks will be deducted each day
and as i said, it was due 1000 days ago
so i might as well not write
because i will be getting a big fat zero anw.

The clock's running down
The team's losing ground
To the opposing defense
The young quarterback

Waits for the snap
When suddenly it all starts to make sense
He's got all kinds of time
He's got all kinds of time
All kinds of time

He takes a step back
He's under attack
But he knows that no one can touch him now
He seems so at ease
A strange inner peaceIs all that he's feeling somehow
He's got all kinds of time
He's got all kinds of time
All kinds of time

He thinks of his mother
He thinks of his bride-to-be
He thinks of his father
His two younger brothers
Gathered around the widescreen TV
He looks to the left
He looks to the righ
tAnd there in a golden ray of light
Is his open man
Just as he planned
The whole world is his tonight