tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41012092011-04-21T19:28:33.614-07:00..piglet..jasminenoreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101209.post-882050382003-01-28T23:48:00.000-08:002003-01-28T23:50:53.000-08:00So totally pissing. Don't know why. I was doing my lit homework then I suddenly got more and more pissed. For no reason at all.
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D&T is so fun. Like...when you do something really nicely, you get this great sense of cheng2 jiu4 gan3. You feel so great and SUCCESSFUL...like...oh...finally...I do something properly...it's a wondeful feeling. When I picture it, it looks something like hope. Like I break this hole in this jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101209.post-875917222003-01-17T07:01:00.000-08:002003-01-17T07:01:58.243-08:00I was just thinking about the hols, the happy times we had in the corr playing bridge and hearing Jas(c) crap about shuang tian zhi zun and jiang gu shi gor gor. I really miss those days, just sitting about in the corr doing nothing. Time passes so quickly. The hols are over and we're sec 2s already. Sometimes we don't think about times until after they are gone. Then we're thinking back and jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101209.post-875310962003-01-16T05:23:00.000-08:002003-01-16T05:26:43.000-08:00Sigh...school sux...life sux...
Sometimes I feel so lousy I just feel like killing myself. For no reason at all.
Wonder how it would feel like to kill myself with pesticide. I'll lock myself in a room and spray pesticide around. Then I'll suffocate and die. Hmm...doesn't sound very good...what does pesticide look like anyway. I might take a can of air freshener and keep spraying and spraying and jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101209.post-874661182003-01-15T00:33:00.000-08:002003-01-15T00:33:11.896-08:00I got 2 out of 3 of my answers right for that lit thing. If I get 2 right out of every 3 questions, I can pass lit. So I guess there's hope. Ya. Have you ever wondered what hope looks like...whenever I think of hope I see this bit of light shining through a crack in a dark cave that I'm trapped in. Then I'll go and bash that part up and then there's a big hole and lots of sunlight streaming in. jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101209.post-874148832003-01-14T05:04:00.000-08:002003-01-14T05:04:00.490-08:00Got new Clar today. Very nice and the case can stand up so cool.
Failed my lit test. I didn't know about it so I didn't study. I filled in 3 out of 20 blanks. I am SO going to pass lit this year...irritating. Why do they have to have tests and exams anyway. They want to make sure we know the stuff. Exams? After that we forget everything. Ask anyone. Exams doesn't help. Do I remember anything fromjasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101209.post-873558882003-01-13T07:38:00.000-08:002003-01-13T07:38:08.966-08:00Feel like crying. So tired. Every single feeling you don't dare to express bottled up inside. Anger and everything. Stupid teacher. Bottle that up. Don't dare to scream it in her face. Better not. Irritating friend. Bottle that up. Must not hurt her. A friend. Keep everything to yourself. But don't dare to let it all out in one explosion. People will think you are crazy. Screaming for no reason. jasminenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101209.post-873537392003-01-13T06:40:00.000-08:002003-01-13T06:40:14.510-08:00Oh whoops I'm still trying to understand this whole thing. HTML's fine...just that this blogspot thing is...er...confusing...hang on...I'll get it soon...someday...jasminenoreply@blogger.com