I was feeling bored so I came to talk to my wall.
Hi. :)
This week had things running pretty well so far other than the effed up homework that appear only in the morning. Had been ages since I last touched the track and I really want to get back on my running because of my stupid blood sugar. Argh.
Today was my first day being a vice president. Although I didn't really wanted to have any leadership position at the first place, I was feeling pretty confident about it.
But, I have my fears. Is it only me, or I realise that actually I don't really think about what I say? I believe that I have an irritating habit of talking about stuff as long as it flashes through my mind. Not in the "I'm going to flame you" way, but more of the side-track-into-senseless-shit-no-one-understads way. I was worrying if I have irritated anyone or made anyone angry. :0
Nevertheless I'm going to stay in my own style :D Please pardon me :P
This week is going to be busy!! Lots of stuff to do! Exams and follow-up exams, lots of stuff to prepare for senior's farewell, very very busy. I miss this busy feeling a lot. Actually I prefer being on the edge than slouching all the time. On the edge fits my style a lot. I would rather be busy 24/7 than to have nothing to do for one whole day.
Pretty ironic because I came to blog. :P
AND OHH MY TAGBOARD IS SO DEAD AND I'M NOT GOING INTO THE SHIT OF HAVING PEOPLE PUMP SOME LIVES OR SOMETHING UNLIKE WHAT I ALWAYS DO!
I believe I need to be more mature. :D
Is it possible to be mature and still be cheerful? A following will be the difference of how an immature person ^^^^^^^^^ (it means arrow up) and how a gothic and mature person blogs:
Gothic and mature person:

Do you know my pain? No.
Do you know what it likes to feel hurt? No.
That's because you have never been through what I'm going through now.
The...the pain, I want it disappear from my heart.
Stop laughing at me, stop giving me those looks.
Because you don't know what is pain.
You don't have the right to tell me what to do every time.
Because you don't know what is pain.



FOR A MOMENT I THOUGHT I WAS VERY MATURE.
OK ACUTALLY I WAS JOKING.
I don't want to go a blog and get scolded because I don't know what is pain! :O
Actually the script up there was written by me (heh originality)as it flashes through my mind! Well... basic steorotype anyway. Scold scold scold, talking as if you have just came out of hell, grabbing the last of Earth's soil to cling on to survival... bla bla bla see I'm off track to senseless shit already. Get it? :)
Oh damn I want to be mature! But I want to stay cheerful? Possible? :O
HEY! MAYBE I'M BUT I DON'T KNOW IT YET!(self-reassurance)
I'm going to stay like myself! Wee! :D
SIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN WHEN I'M OFF MY BLOG THAT MEANS I HAVE TO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO DO!!!