Last day of exams :D
Jaryn asked me,
"Aren't you stressing out about Science?"
"Nope."
"So you know everything already?"
"Nope."
Grace brought her Ninny-tendoDS again and we played with the dog that I named DOG in one of the games. Its backside is so-effing-adorable! It even responds when we say "Dog". I was speaking with that annoying high-pitched voice (which I normally get when I'm excited.) all the way to the canteen cause of that virtual doggy.
Jaryn asked me,
"Aren't you stressing out about Science?"
"Nope."
"So you know everything already?"
"Nope."
Grace brought her Ninny-tendoDS again and we played with the dog that I named DOG in one of the games. Its backside is so-effing-adorable! It even responds when we say "Dog". I was speaking with that annoying high-pitched voice (which I normally get when I'm excited.) all the way to the canteen cause of that virtual doggy.
Mid-paper, I wondered if John could hear my thoughts. So I started shouting "HI JOHN." in my head over and over again to see if he would respond.
He didn't.
Nick drew Eugene Ng as a mermaid with his mango-shaped-head. It was funny cause his arms were too buff and short.
He didn't.
Nick drew Eugene Ng as a mermaid with his mango-shaped-head. It was funny cause his arms were too buff and short.
I feel so cynical. Right now I don't believe in butterflies and cloud9. It's all chemical reactions in the brain. An overdose of hormones and more. I need a kick in the head to shake out that hopeless romantic part of my mind that probably just got lost on the way to the 'working' section of it. I need vibes. Good ones. The ones that make me swoon and trip over my sentences & make me space out in the worst of times. It does sound pretty bad. Who'd want to be cheesy&corny? i do.
The corn to my knee. HAHAHA
P/s: I'm celebrating my birthday this Friday with the other 6. What are we doing? Hush hush, it's a secret :)
The corn to my knee. HAHAHA
P/s: I'm celebrating my birthday this Friday with the other 6. What are we doing? Hush hush, it's a secret :)
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