if it takes time then i'll be patient, know that i will still believe.

Okay I actually typed this in hostel but the school decided blogger is really dangerous and blocked it so ta, here we are, one day late (:

I haven't posted in a month ++, its already the new year (:

Feels like there's nothing much really to say hmm.

Moved into hostel. Living with Narmie, Aisyah and Yan now. HAHA the Soap Phenomenon. Mmhmms. Aisyah uses her soap the thin side first, Nar uses it top down and I use it all around. So our soaps all look funny and different now. HTHTs into the night and HIMYM and funny movies. And racism. HAHA.

I am not living up to my, uh, plan to run in hostel. At least not as regularly as I'd like. Its really too ad hoc-ish.

Food makes you defecate.

Soccer feels empty without year 6s, but the juniors are the BEST PEOPLE EVER, its like free entertainment twice a week. Too awesome la, especially the round useless one lah.

Physics O is headachey.

Kazuo Ishiguro is too good. I just needa read When We Were Orphans then I'll have finished it all yay.
I have way too little reading time without all the travelling I normally do.

508 has been quite cool with the "science bitches" (BBT reference. ! ! !) and uhh somatosensory what not. (x and SECRETARY (Y) and etcetc. Haiz feeling like I needa prove my "worth" and essentially prove ** wrong and do well la, but it seems like I keep failing =/ really don't like this kinda mistakes, when I realize exactly where I'd get it wrong and be careless at and check that point and still make the exact same error.

Isn't it nice though, how some friendships can withstand circumstantial separations and awkwardness and go right back to normal in no time at all? Really glad lor. (:

FM Static, is just so great. It has these wisps of melodies that reminds me of this band or that then I'm just like ahhh.

Finally sent of a letter to SS9 ytd, about freaking time. I've 5 letters in my drawer, previously not answered.

Plagued with questions. And then I'll just keep saying things I don't mean, and when I realize that I try to phrase things such that I actually mean them but then I'll have more questions and its just never really ending.

I miss my stupid brother. I need somebody I can whack hard. And pillow fight with. And play soccer-squash with. And irritate. And squeeze on the sofa with while watching stupid shows. And suan and dance and sing victory chants about when I win chess games. And get advice and scolding from. And hide under blankets with. Zzz.