That day while i was walking from home from the bus-stop i was just thinking. why am i in this stupid jc anyway? Firstly its damn far and it really drains all my energy away sometimes. Walking to my secondary school from home is even nearer than walking from home to the 168 bus-stop. Actually its not really the bus journey. I kinda like the looong bus rides cos i can sleep or do my undone homework on the bus. I just hate it when school ends late and i'm bloody tired and i still have to walk about 10mins(if i walk abit quickly) to reach home. Worse still, sometimes i get so tired i fall asleep on the bus and i'll miss my stop. Then i'll take 20 mins to reach home. I dread it sooooooo much sometimes. The rest of the times its okay.

But on second thoughts, i dont really regret going to ij. That day i went out with one of my SAC friends and she told me that she kinda regretted going to poly. Although the pressure of exams are mounting, and work is like never ending, jc life is rather fun. Actually its the people that makes school a better place. You all may not know this but i really love my classmates(3 not included). I love maysharifaheugenewaichungcassandraamalunashimingshihuiyitingsheryl(not classmates now but still). And all my other friends in school. Without you all i think i'll prolly not be able to survive till now. <3 x1000000
Although i always kena bullied. And accidents always happen to me(i dunno why).And locker war sometimes gets frustrating.

Okay i'm getting abit emo now.
Fridays are too long now. We "highjumped" yesterday during PE with mrkoh's class. Notice the inverted commas? It wasnt very high so yar. Then we had a mini music class during break. Recorder lesson. Econs is taking over my life i swear. All this time while i was at the locker packing my stuff the maths test and chem test didnt even cross my mind. ECONSECONSECONS. KNS. And guess what, while eating dinner(like damn long after leaving school) i realised that i forgot to bring back my notes. GREAT. Thought about going back to take but i decided against it in the end. Too tired, cant be bothered anymore. So i reached home around 9 to find my aunties playing majong. GAD la.

Sometimes i cant help but wonder why my life is so sucky.
No money
No brain
No life
No talent(the recorder in particular)
No notes

AIYA.

This is becoming my personal blog.

LISA