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I'm glad that for the most part, I'm not a bandwagon-jumper.

I roll my eyes - there are so many other ways if you really want to do it. Just find another solution instead of whining!

Ugh.

Really random, but patriotic matriatic. I love SNGS for the way it cultivated that love for sports. I mean, we may hate NAPFA like burning ants, but its like what softapples said, its the spirit of the game (soccer, for GMUFC and most of us) that keeps us there year after year.

Hey guys, remember that night of Fluid Fusion where we all panicked about how to get to school after the England-Brazil match?

<3

Get P!ATD off the radio nowwwwwwwwwwww. ;___;

So kids, now when I shove music in your face that seem really weird - it's actually good. So don't diss the songlist. It's on mainstream radio, even.

EDIT:

ICECREAMMANICECREAMMANICECREAMMANICECREAMMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

panic attack of the massive kind? not.

>__<

I HAVE FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING ABOUT CONTAINMENT!

Nic Kwok just called me to ask me about the 1942 Iran conflict and I was like "whuuuuuuuh?"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaH. I am forgottenhave forgotten my J1 work. nonononononononononono.

As well as my basic grammar. :\

In other news, I've learnt how to play I Will Survive (The Cake version)which coincidentally is the theme song for the moment, Wonderwall by Oasis and U2's One on the guitar. Come school reopens, we shall have a massive classroom jam session with our two acoustic guitars. Maybe 'slike Desmond and I will bring our amps and electrics and go mad one day. :D

Okay.

So studying takes on a new form of competition and STRESS in Singapore. :\ As of now, the most popular question is, "Have you studied?"

Any self-respecting student would have at least touched their notes for a second or two, so whenever you hear someone go: "No I haven't."

You know they're lying. With their pants on.

And half the time you hear people like me hahahaha moan and groan about how they're going to fail - they're not. They're just going to do badly enough.

The other half really do fail - because while they studied, one or two seconds out of the gajillion hours you get those stereotypical top students doing, doesn't really cut it.

While this isn't the dog-eat-dog world yet, it's more like a Penguin eating Puffins, if you know what I'm getting at.

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Kyaaa. This is extremely cute.

At first (and still!) I was oh so petrified
I didn't think that I could leave without you by my side
I spent oh so many nights and with that cuppa coffee
And now you're not there,
You're not there to follow me!

I will survive! I will survive!
I will kick History's ass and behind!
Keyne shall grovel in despair
I shall pull at Atwood's hair
And I will survive! I will suuuuuuuuurvive~~~.

EDIT:
Wowsa. I'm sitting here at my desk reading my essays (history test scripts, literature assignments, the works) and I'm going "shit, I wrote that?!"

I don't mean to sound - I don't know, ostentatious - but sometimes I think I'm posessed by some other being whenever I hold the pen. I can't even imagine or remember myself doing some of these test scripts. It's like... really

THE EXORCISM CANNOT TAKE PLACE YOU HEAR ME.