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Sunday, January 24, 2010 // 10:47 PM

It's how life's supposed to be isn't it? Full of regrets. Things you're not supposed to do, you've done it. it's too late now. It's supposedly correct during that time, but it will never be when you know you're rash. Well, things will never go well in my life. It haven't gone well before. Well, at least it haven't been going the way I want it for a long period of time already.

I guess things are getting better. School, I mean. New sitting arrangement is fine. I'm okay with sitting with Keith. He did successfully make me laugh when I was crying that day. The only thing bad is that I'm sitting right in front of the teacher's table and sms-ing in class is really a risk. I can't help it still, but to sms every period. AHAHA... My handphone dropped onto the floor that day during Chemistry lesson. Mr Ng walked pass, but didn't say anything. Maybe he didn't see. I've been crazily stupid for a while, doing random retarded stuff. I've the disease now. I started singing Doya on the bus yesterday. I'm really going mad. Making myself happy is such a chore. At least now, I can understand what the teacher is talking about, even though I'm not in the studying mood. Since when have I been in the studying mood anyway? The first two weeks were wasted, because well, I couldn't understand a thing. Somehow things are going fine for me, with everyone behind my back, I'm more in control of everything, not everything controlling me.