Magical TurnAbout-- Let Me Spin A Tale, A ThouSaNd LighTs, A StaGe as Grande

Saturday, March 22, 2008

I didnt get what i want!

I guess i will just have to resign to fate and i tend to accept reality really fast. Because i believe in not dwelling on things that make me sad. Because i will be down the whole day. ok, does it even make sense? i guess not but who cares. As long as i understand, right?

I got PRINT! I mean obviously i dont HATE it... I actually love writing... when i came into MCM, this is partially the reason for my exisistence and the sole reason why i wouldnt want a rudimentary education system, fixated only on the subjects i have absolutely no interest in. I think if i were to go JC, the only subjects i might even be remotely interested will be GP and biology. ok, i think biology is the most interesting science i have ever encountered in sec school.. no reason why. just pure liking. But, to others, that might appear crazy... its like the worse 2 subjects!

But, that's not the point!

The point is: I got PRINTJOURN! I wonder how i will survive in it. because i know myself that my writing is jus average and most of the times, below average.

Save me.

I want PR because it fits like lock-and-key to IMC, which i chose. Now, i have IMC with nothing to fit and it kind of feel weird and out of place.

And, since i have started complaining, i might as well continue grumbling...

My classes are like at the unearthly hr of 8am for 3 days of the 4. Argh. yea, i like it in the sense that it will end early. BUT, 3 days... and i live at HOUGANG. that's like so unfair.

Mon 8 to 12am.
Tues 10 to 2pm
Wed 8 to 4pm
Thurs 8 to 4pm
Fri (IS day)

ok, well well. its a long weird post. full of grumbles but oh well... these few days have been out and about the whole day... From jogging with 3 weird, funny, nice MONSTERS (some with magic... as if) to out with my cousins to eat, talk and play majong... haas... i know how to 'play'. Well, just some fun to kill the boredom.

And, my thumb hurts for no particular reason.

And, i am dreaming of my glasshouse. When can i have one... One with an open-roof at night so i can look up at the stars!
Dreaming again.
Yea.
Now, i can only resort to looking at nice pictures in books.
Library books.
haas.

Beauty in the eye of the beholder;