gawd. it feels good to be able to see again after like, eternity. and for the last time, to each and everyone, i wasn't wearing contacts, though i would very much like to. unfortch, i don't. parents think it's too harzardous for lazy me who never takes off my glasses. actually, i pretty much like that free feeling. but contacts? not in some time. oh well.

go lasik! blearghz.

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doing maths practice papers in a stuffy 'lil LT is disgusting. especially with that tiny little table. there's hardly any space to do anything. gosh it's gonna be even worse next week when we do amaths. confusion. what to do? my fault for being so lousy.

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thought of the day as i was returning my tray (being the good boy that i am.) -eyes roll and pop out of their sockets, making their squishy way in front of kampung istimewa, where someone will mistake them for chilli sotong balls what with all the blood dripping and kick it to the side-.

as i was saying. i was thinking about this mentality that the tail-end students, be it in the class or the level have that. what's the point about studies? do all these muggers have a life? don't they have a life beyond all that? are we ahem saying this because we honestly feel that there is something more to life than just mugmugmug all day, or are we saying this because we are jealous sour grapes that should be discarded and not used for fermentation processes that we can't get such glorious results like changthegreat *puke* and we brainwash ourselves into thinking it's not impt when it actually is?

i really don't know. but i do know that i had as lief not be as live to be, in awe of such a thing as myself.
quixoticka eulogized @ 7:17:00 pm