HAHAHAH LIKE JUST A FEW MORE HOURS FEW MORE HOURS,
CAN YOU FEEL MY EXCITEMENT.
I really have t save myself doing tmr's econs p1 tmr bec. p2 was kdnsghwrfomasdfkn.
Was mostly writing non-economic stuff for 1 of my essays and handed up only 2 foolscap papers for that. Okay, so say bye to maybe 25m?
Which leaves me with 50/75... Oh heck.
Just did some googling of a movie 'Closer' and hahahahahahah yay am gonna watch it, somehow.
It's so surreal, the ending of A's :D
I can't really imagine what I'll do for like what 6-8 months? MONTHS.
I can't believe I survived th torture.
Those long arduous late nights mugging my sad life away (though I kinda liked it) and the incessant number of times Rico sees me going in and out of the kitchen to make my nth cup of coffee and then downing them as if they were the panacea to my misery (oh wait they were!)
& y'know I've also been missing out on family life, in the sense...
So many things have happened at home and I've been excluded tsk!
(talk about imperfect information in econs, yeah this is it)
Oh my and did I suffer, oh how I suffered mentally, urgh awful.
Not to mention how my brain overworks when I'm in solitude.
And I mean overkill-kind-of overwork.
O tedious thoughts.
P.s: 'That thing you do' just kept playing in my head while I studied idk why,
Hahhhhahaha, and wiki is a gem, just found out Fenton's gay wth.
(talk about imperfect information in econs, yeah this is it)
Oh my and did I suffer, oh how I suffered mentally, urgh awful.
Not to mention how my brain overworks when I'm in solitude.
And I mean overkill-kind-of overwork.
O tedious thoughts.
I practically thought about everything under the sun.
Goshh, the first few weeks after sch ended were the worst i tell you, almost driven insane by mere thoughts.
Most of them personal, some of them about religion, and yes the few but adrenaline-pumped ones of:
brewing coffee (don't laugh at me, its a noble job),
or if I should go take up relief teaching,
or gasp, sign up for radio academy,
learning how to rollerblade/unicycle,
continue reading De Profundis & his other collections,
purchasing The Bell Jar myself and devouring it,
watch all the fantastical shows I want t watch,
swimming/tanning! (but alas the weather),
playing sims 3 AGAIN,
packing my freaken table and deciding what to keep and throw,
and perhaps even getting my own room?,
doing up a new blogskin probably whee,
meeting up with all the people I hvnt seen for a v long while,
buying zomg so manyyyy things because time is due *smirks,
mulling over FUTURE options (like faculty, or plan B gasp),
and and and if I do get into uni, what freaken sport I wna join!
....
Yeah, there were plenty more like the random "I-am-going-to-make-friends-with-the-scb-who-loiters-around-plaza-esp-starbucks" (Oh how I would miss staring at her from inside starbucks and drawing inspiration from her, yes really) and how I thought of trying out a biathalon after reading of ultra-marathons in the papers.
Trust me, I do know its overkill!!
Sooooo anyway, Geog's officially just over, Lit's over, and Math & GP were long gone yay.
OH, and zomg, p1 unseens, 1 of the poems were awesomeeeee.
If only every paper could speak to me like that.
James Fenton's Out of Danger was so, familiar. For lack of a better word.
Simply cause they were my exact sentiments tsk.
I CAN'T BELIEVE A'S ARE GONNA BE A THING OF TH PAST.
TELL ME WHAT NOW.
Goshh, the first few weeks after sch ended were the worst i tell you, almost driven insane by mere thoughts.
Most of them personal, some of them about religion, and yes the few but adrenaline-pumped ones of:
brewing coffee (don't laugh at me, its a noble job),
or if I should go take up relief teaching,
or gasp, sign up for radio academy,
learning how to rollerblade/unicycle,
continue reading De Profundis & his other collections,
purchasing The Bell Jar myself and devouring it,
watch all the fantastical shows I want t watch,
swimming/tanning! (but alas the weather),
playing sims 3 AGAIN,
packing my freaken table and deciding what to keep and throw,
and perhaps even getting my own room?,
doing up a new blogskin probably whee,
meeting up with all the people I hvnt seen for a v long while,
buying zomg so manyyyy things because time is due *smirks,
mulling over FUTURE options (like faculty, or plan B gasp),
and and and if I do get into uni, what freaken sport I wna join!
....
Yeah, there were plenty more like the random "I-am-going-to-make-friends-with-the-scb-who-loiters-around-plaza-esp-starbucks" (Oh how I would miss staring at her from inside starbucks and drawing inspiration from her, yes really) and how I thought of trying out a biathalon after reading of ultra-marathons in the papers.
Trust me, I do know its overkill!!
Sooooo anyway, Geog's officially just over, Lit's over, and Math & GP were long gone yay.
OH, and zomg, p1 unseens, 1 of the poems were awesomeeeee.
If only every paper could speak to me like that.
James Fenton's Out of Danger was so, familiar. For lack of a better word.
Simply cause they were my exact sentiments tsk.
I CAN'T BELIEVE A'S ARE GONNA BE A THING OF TH PAST.
TELL ME WHAT NOW.
P.s: 'That thing you do' just kept playing in my head while I studied idk why,
Hahhhhahaha, and wiki is a gem, just found out Fenton's gay wth.
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