lazypau

ah.. old times. i know it's a fugly photo but i thought it encaptured quite a part of sec 4 life. and i don't usually wear that red hairband, it wasn't allowed and i think my hair was quite screwed up in school. fun fun fun and carefree times. sometimes i wonder do we make the past sound more glorious than it was because we don't like the present? nah, it was beautiful.

right now i am beyond FUCKED for my tests.. yesterday i watched two episodes of csi, "jue shi hao bra", a cartoon pig show and some other tv shows; today i watched jason mraz live dvd, mtv, some singaporean show about jailbirds, magadascar and so on. i read half a page of econs while watching the jail show. i also finished all my chocolates so my sore throat continues. i love love love moro!

are we truly in like/love or are we just here to win the game? are we only so hung over because our feelings are genuine or because we cannot bear to lose? or has our desire to win materialised emotions which weren't there in the first place? whatever it is, it is truly sad for us and the walls won't stop caving in.