ello people, today i was an hour late for my fft miss chua's math lesson because i mistook lt2 as lt3.
i went in to lt2 which in my opinion looks exactly like lt3 and i saw no one.
damn scary la.
then peisi told me they were in the same place as the prev lesson, so i walked around the school searching for lt3.
then i stupidly believed that peisi said wrongly, so i went to check lt2 again and wtf no one, damn scary again, its like it felt as though, people are thinking that they exist when they dont.
heh
then i finally found lt3, its on the frigging first floor, i was telling my self that no, there are no lts on the ground floor so dont check there, but yea fine, anyway today was quite sian for me
after lesson went to find soccer,
but i ended up playing with the wall myself, omg, i feel damn lousy,
i really cant stand it sometimes. i feel so screwed i keep thinking of it everyday.
when i was practising alone, i felt that my actions were damn awkward. like whoa.
maybe i should just contact michael adams,

once again, i pray that my iq really be 222.
so i dont have to study for common tests.
im one week behind schedule, gonna have to plan my timetable for 3 weeks. if i dont have a timetable i wont work, i need to be restricted; to be stripped of all the freedom i have.

letter to me:
hi emily, please just slap yourself and spank your butt and start mugging, thought you said you wanted h3 phy or econs? thought you even messaged gilbert lee to ask him when hes gonna come down to mark your essay three weeks a ago, and youre not even done with one now?
wheres your passion. you son of a ...

where are you