i'm getting high on tea. for a reason.

and it's chinese tea.

haha.

though my mom says it's pretty expensive.

you know, like some of the tea that you drink, it leaves a really sweet taste in your mouth? yeah. the tea does that. and it's really really sweet. and it's the kind of sweet that i like.

never mind.

i'm rambling.

obviously i'm still high.

fuck. i'm a loser.

nevermind.

sometimes, i just forget how hot jared leto is under his grunge look.

damn.

and... i finally got my license.

it's made of paper.


i'll get the official one in a few weeks.


i was drivng today, and there was a bloody accident (no blood!) on the road. i nearly freaked out, seeing that i was driving my mom's seven-seater and we had to shift from three lanes to one. i was kind of shouting at my mom, and panicking away...


haha.

strangely enough, ants are attracted to laptops.

like MY laptop. irritating buggers.


and... apparently, 'o' levels results are going to be out soon.


let's start angsting over ours.

when i was young, my mom sent me to all sorts of enrichment lessons.

i remember my abacus classes. i was one of the youngest there, and periodically, we would have this test where the teacher would recite a whole lot of sums and we were supposed to do 'xin suan' witha fake abacus.

you know like how all the little kids stand there with their fingers moving around an imaginary abacus?

yeah. like that.

anyway, i could never catch the concept of doing that. i always faked the hand movements, and either did the sums in my head(if they were easy enough) or i wrote rubbish.

i think i ended up with a lot of ridiculous answers.


what brought this on? fiddling with calculators.

too much of a good thing, BAD.

i mean. we all know this. but to experience it...


i want to do something. and i don't mean work.

AHHH!!!!

fridayfridayfridayfridayfridayfridayfridayfridayfridayfridayfriday.


i'll be lying if i said i wasn't nervous.


but.. if i pass...


HELL YEAH!

poking fun at people means poking all the fun out of them.


i should keep that in mind.

it felt weird yesterday. seeing everyone else in their school uniform and going to school.

i went past sa, and saw the year ones sitting on the track having orientation.

i miss those days.

i keep complaining to my mom that i want to go back to school and play.

but then again. it's not as if i have a choice in going back to school. after all, i do have to graduate...

it's funny how when i was in school, all i wanted to do was pon. now that i'm no longer going, i want to go.

human nature can never be satisfied.