I got an inspiration today, a huge big one. Unexpectedly, from a male classmate. GP lesson was too boring for him and his clique, thus they engaged in this little game, where they wrote and wrote. When it ended, marven proudly asked me to read his "reflections". They were playing this game whereby within a stipulated time, they got to write about as many thoughts appearing into their mind. It was really candid, and cool! a little game like this could make his friends so happy. and it was not even some lame shxx that happens in class that leads to humiliating laughters all the time. It made sense. Here's an excerpt 'is doing bio halfway, looking up to listen to mr yee...is sitting behind, they are a little clique, siao siao people flock together... wait, but that sounds wrong...'

He mentioned this, so important: "never close yourself to your own thoughts!" it was very much true:) n undeniably meaningful game:) a game i will play from now onwards, when thoughts - random thoughts cannot be spoken shall be scribbled down. I used to bring my dear journal to school everyday. Took it out as and when i liked. but it gradually lost its potency in healing sudden refluxes of emo, so i stopped... School gives no time for this...
uh-huh. But i cannot explain my on-off attitude these two weeks. because i have turned on that mode. yea, you know what i mean. Maybe you wont. Today i paid very much attention to Mr Yee's GP lesson. For once in so very long months since. It was so fruitful:)I diligently copied stuff form the board, ... Precocious= more mature and... the definition of 'larger than life' haha! I really enjoyed GP today=)
Time and again, i will go BOOM! with afew sharp words that i would respond towards others. They say i'm fierce. but you dont know the meaning of fierce, when i cry those anguish tears and scream truths into one's face. Do not irritate me, and do not doubt; while i am trying very arduosly hard to accept the class, all over again... You wont know ay.starsplash. because ... ... greenies didnt even spend this short a time doing that. i feel like running, very far. In class where no one is close enough to be truthful to tell one another, and no one understanding enough to give me emo's liberty; no one calm and godly enough, to sit by while i weep.
Give me time, probably i will be able to revive the happy childish girl.

but here, i must apologise. I'm so sorry, emotions is one thing i cannot control. and i always mess things up, to return to clear them later on. I want you to understand?