The virtual journalist

hmmm. so i went for the cca carnival.
screwed up the choir audition so i didn't have to join it.

and didn't get to see the both ccas i had in mind.
ahh wells.

So. I'm stuck between IT club and Publications.

IT club has all I've wanted to join since i made my mistake in sec sch by joining choir. However, aj's IT club is pretty useless with the current facilities they have. So, Publications. Being a iNews member in cat high; i figured out journalism might just be the thing for me; since i like to write so much. But I'm scared it require huge amount of readings and stuff.

To say the truth; I had a hell lot of emo stuff i wanted to blog about today. But I figured out it's just gonna make me look pathetic. So I'm just gonna translate and edit it into something more presentable.

hmm... So I'm still stuck.
On a happier note; i got my first choice of subject combinations.
Even though i'm having second thoughts about this combination.
cause i maybe i should take H1 geog and H2 lit instead.
But ahh..wells, we'll just see how things go.

Do i guess I gotta split into classes soon. darn saddening. But at least there's someone from my og going to the same class. SO maybe it's not too bad after-all.
and the class only has me and a malay boy; the rest are girls. ahhh.

ok. Feeling REALLY bored now. need to continue typing.
hmm, besides the poems i wrote a few days ago, also been typing out a story entitled
"The Memory Of No One". Not very pleased with how it's coming about though. But I'll just use it to conquer the boredom monster. Like how i'm typing nonsense now to fulfill my own bored-ness.

hmmm, what next. oh ya; I still have got the irritating maths to do. I forgot how to complete square and the first few are out of bounds to me. Looks like I need to start flipping my maths guidebook before they're given away.

I wonder when we will be splitting into classes, not exactly looking forward to it.

ok.. now for some personal stuff.

Disclaimer: This paragraph below is typed due to utter boredom that the author is facing now and any content whatsoever is not allowed to be said, repeated, spread, rumored or brought out from your eyesight. If caught, the intruder will be sentenced to 5 years of conscience torture. No part of the content below is to be brought out or remembered.

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hmm. so let's start the paragraph. I guess I'm gonna regret this. But my hands can't stop typing.

For a self-reflection,(I'll try to make this sound as pure and innocent as possible) being in a mixed school after 5 years and talking to the opposite gender after 5 years does seem pretty over-whelming to me. I guess I lost my appetite also because of this.

Because of this too, my thoughts have been really chaotic and crazy and weird. Every little thing seem to matter a lot suddenly.Looks, actions and stuff like that. But I guess this is what people have already faced in secondary school and I'm just late in doing this.

Still, I have a vague feeling I kinda offended some of them when they talk to me and i don't know how to answer back, creating an impression that I'm like some sort of egoistic bastard. It's like my brain just keep going blank whenever they talk to me and thus i can't answer back. gah. this sucks.

ok... all who is still reading this, I know it's kinda emo, and I'm gonna regret it a lot after pressing the publish post button. But I'm still gonna do it anyway.

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ok, that's all the emo stuff I'm gonna post.

Looks like I'm going to be bored for the rest of the night. No one's msn-ing me. and no one's sms-ing me either. Looks like I'll just be stuck with my dear little novel and my maths homework. Coupled with the cca decision in my brain.

You know, the world just suddenly feels so chilly.


"Speak only when spoken to."
Yeo WenBin's 6th stanza in " The Loner"