i had morning prefect duty, the one where you have to open car doors for people. i love that duty. i love greeting them with a bright "GOODMORNING!", especially the little kids who stumble half-awake from their cars, but still remember to say their Thank-yous. :) but why do people forget these things as they get older? or maybe they just can't be bothered anymore.
business class, wheee glad our radio ad is over & done with. EXTRA glad that Neild liked it.
break duty at refractory.
english, that mitchell. lol.
maths, i like maths. a lesson where i can figure things out myself. where i can plug in to my ipod. where everyone just leaves me alone, and all i have to face is good old, harmless, numbers. i love maths.
lunch duty with bec. i think we talked about that swine flu victim in Penang. gahh, its finally Here. :/
sprinted down the hill like headless chickens, bought butter cake & drinks, shuffled up hill.
Group 4 presentations. clap clap clap :)
Econs.
Netball! :D blarrrring sun.
business class, wheee glad our radio ad is over & done with. EXTRA glad that Neild liked it.
break duty at refractory.
english, that mitchell. lol.
maths, i like maths. a lesson where i can figure things out myself. where i can plug in to my ipod. where everyone just leaves me alone, and all i have to face is good old, harmless, numbers. i love maths.
lunch duty with bec. i think we talked about that swine flu victim in Penang. gahh, its finally Here. :/
sprinted down the hill like headless chickens, bought butter cake & drinks, shuffled up hill.
Group 4 presentations. clap clap clap :)
Econs.
Netball! :D blarrrring sun.
yesterday night carol reminded me of the true meaning of "Treat others the way you wish to be treated". thank you carol :) btw, lol, i had this huge emotional outburst after that. i just started crying and crying. thoughts of the selfish things i've done made me cry. So today i tried to be a nicer person. Some people appreciated it. some, eventhough i try extra hard....just dont get it.sigh. nevermind.
im so emotionally tired. im glad year 12 is coming to an end. the 2 months break is NEEDED. i need a fresh start.
what do i feel like? i feel like that speck of sand in the very core of a sandcastle. To be buried within, to have no significance, to be part of the whole - but wanting so much to escape.
all clammed up.
i've always thought it as a sign of weakness,
but i have this ball of emotions at the brim, in between where my chest and throat is. And all i need is that tiny trigger, and i'll be shouting and yelling and screaming my head off at the person who set it off. until i've emptied myself out.
i can already feel the tears.
im so emotionally tired. im glad year 12 is coming to an end. the 2 months break is NEEDED. i need a fresh start.
what do i feel like? i feel like that speck of sand in the very core of a sandcastle. To be buried within, to have no significance, to be part of the whole - but wanting so much to escape.
all clammed up.
i've always thought it as a sign of weakness,
but i have this ball of emotions at the brim, in between where my chest and throat is. And all i need is that tiny trigger, and i'll be shouting and yelling and screaming my head off at the person who set it off. until i've emptied myself out.
i can already feel the tears.
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