oh.damn.

I was wondering. How nice it would be if everything that we do abides by some sort of formula. Like, effort x luck x focus = passing grade.
Okay. That was a pathetic example but you get my drift.
It's already coming to the end of March; for more than a reason, I really dislike 2008. Other than the fact that orientations were fun and making new friends at VJC was a blast and all...after that initial euphoria died, things pretty much stagnates. Life becomes monotonous. The only 'thrill' there is comes from rushing through tutorials in class to prevent yourself from getting screwed by the tutors. Mainly the biology lessons really.
I don't exactly miss Maris Stella. I just miss the people and the teachers there. Guess I am still adjusting to VJC culture. Ha.

Anyways, off to other stuff. There is the usual swimming session today. My calf muscles were practically screaming when I swam. No thanks to that retarded jumping like a rabbit exercise during third period PE. We did standing broad jumps across half of the hall. We squatted and touched our ankles and we hopped up the Grand Stand. Multiply everything by 30 times and you get very sore thighs. Can't believe I still went to do like 7 pull-ups after that. -.- Pretty stupid. Ohya, I met Chloe during third period. Didn't talk to her though. I was feeling moody. Maybe next session or something. Heh.










we all say we can wait. at least, according to you that is. i will.
strangely, the message didn't hit me as hard as i expected. maybe i was already expecting it all along. these past few weeks. so when it came, i choked and swallowed hard. life goes on right?
i still have no idea what goes through that head of yours'. complicated, vexing stuff it is.
but i will wait.
just don't forget me.
even if you have found him.
this is stupid.