Waking up to see clouds

In Nav's words, school's aite.
I've realised that I have no idea what's going on during Add Math & Physics.
Damn you old male teachers who just bore me unfailingly.

Ooh and thanks a bunch Kay Yi for giving me your drink because you were rushing for your Librarian meeting. However so, my tummy is full of appreciation for you (:

No heavenly choir

Why do both of you share secret smiles with each other knowing full well that I'm right in front of you? Why, how courteous of you guys.

Walloping wildflowers wave hello

Yeap, this photo pretty much sums up my life right now.

Let's get down to business

Concert practice has begun.
A musical titled Flower Drum Song has been chosen and a dance named You are Beautiful has a spot for me. It has been said that since 2008 was English, 2009 was Malay, it was seen fit that 2010 should be Chinese. I dare say Kim is absolutely right - Mulan all the way! But oh well, such things, or may I say certain people, cannot be helped :D

It used to be a goldmine

If I am stubborn for refusing to do it your way,
are you not stubborn for forcing me to do it your way?

Cheap wine tastes the same

I wonder if any of their wishes ever came true.
Maybe writing it down on a piece of paper and tying it to a sacred tree branch gives them just a little more hope.
More importantly,
Would they thank the tree when their wishes really do come true?
Or would they blame the tree when their wishes didn't come true?
I suppose that it's always about the tree either way.

Sweet child O' mine

If only I could.

Monte

I love Zee Avi. You should too.

Release the Hounds

For one, I've realised that I'm incapable of blogging continuously like certain people. I cannot bring myself to sit down in front of a computer and tell you about my whatnots.

For two, I quite believe that all this is caused by the belief that blogging comes with long interesting posts and pretty pictures. Well, to be frank, I think that blogging should rather be truthful and straightfoward instead of what everyone else wants to read.

For three, I don't think anyone even reads this blog anymore. I guess it's pretty much my fault.

But I have this desire to blog now and then.
Oh damn you, desires.