…

I’ll confess, it isn’t exactly wonderful to not be able to do anything properly… And it certainly isn’t pleasant to see stars (in this case, figuratively, because although I do see stars all around sometimes, now is not the case) everwhere at any time. No, it certainly isn’t the best of things that can happen to me.
But it has happened, thus I am now here trying to ignore my dizzy spell. Very valiant. I’ll leave it at that for now, then. I’ll see you some other time.
-von-

NYC rocks the world!!!

Whee~~~!!!!!!! NYC rocks the world!!! XD XD XD NYC ROCKS!!! I love you NYC! You’re the BEST! XD WHOO~!!! NYC, I LOVE YOU!!!

Who would have thought after so many terrible practices, our dearest NYC under the guidance of our dearest Miss Lim would get Gold V, second, qualified for the finals in Choir World Games 2008 Graz, Austria? Thank you so much, a thousand thanks, Miss Lim! And all the best, NYC! Continue to rock on and sing on!!! <333, Miss Lim and NYC!!! Rock on in the finals!!! XD

All of us here from NYC in Singapore are supporting you!!! XD No matter that we are not with you bodily in Graz, Austria, but our hearts and souls are with you, and we are all praying for you!!! NYC, rock on!!! WHOOPEE!!! XD I LOVE YOU NYC, NYC ROCKS THE WORLD!!!

JIAYOU! We know you can do it!!! We all know that you all will strive for the best, and you all WILL be the best!!! XD JIAYOU!!! All the best!!!

I LOVE YOU, NYC!!!

<333!!!

Wrist

Wrist… ><
Is it really all that lovely to torture me, darling wrist? I hope not. For all I know… it isn’t a very pleasant thing.

And let me forget about you, if you can’t forget about me, then.

I Love You

Wrist, I love you, therefore, don’t let me down.
Please.
Please.
Please.

Darling wrist, I love you. Don’t, please, don’t let me down.
Get well.
Get well man.

!!!

I SAID, DARLING MY WRIST WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME YET.
And I hold to it. My wrist, my wrist, my DARLING, I hate my wrist! I hate my wrist, I hate my wrist, and YES darling, I hate that thing on my wrist.
Whatever.
I am hopeless. My wrist is dying. And I’m hating every minute of it. Darling I hate my wrist. (And, nope, my darling does not mean anyone at all.) Lovely. My wrist shall be the death of me yet. The only thing that I can depend on depends on my wrist! And my wrist is hating me. My wrist hates my choice of career. My wrist is very bent on being the death of me.

Darling, my love, WRIST, GET WELL man.

Biology Test

And yes, it is tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Disaster strikes at 2nd July 2008, Thursday, 1015. To memorise everything… Yes, I said, to REMEMBER, with FAITH, with PROMISES.

I never said to memorise. Truthfully, it is a rather different thing, despite the endearing similarity between “memorise” and “memories”. I, for one, ever so much prefer the latter. Biology, I dislike you very much right now, but take hope! I will love you quite passionately after tomorrow.

And really, blast (it isn’t considered swearing, because I DO want to blast it, and when I blast it [bomb it] it will disappear, which IS my intention) my forgetfulness. I have lost my thumbdrive YET AGAIN. How many times must I lose it before I learn my lesson? I don’t know. God, please, help me find it.

Anyway, about Biology. There’s nothing much to say. Let me see if I still can remember it. A gene is a unit borne on a particular position in a chromosome and the gene controls the production of one polypeptide. Ah well. The work of writing the statement for ten times. A little retarded, quite dumb, I suppose, but – hey, it worked. Therefore… yupps, I do think it was worth. (Actually, not really.)

Biology. That’s the only thing I can do right now. Think of right now. And my thumbdrive. And my wanting-to-be-blasted forgetfulness. Sleep is coming. To be honest it is not, but I shall have to sleep all the same. Bye.

~von~