My mom accuse me again. But i don't bother to explain. Yes, sometimes.. one can just be tired of explaining. I should really get use to this kind of thing. Nvm, let's not say about that. Haha.. today was a mad day after all. Laughed a lot with angeline, jia wen and audrey (well, lixin.. your laughter KILLS!). Seriously, we ARE mad during recess. HAHAHA..! Such a nice day. Today is... awesome (YEAH!). After maths lesson is really retarded. Hmm, i do love maths. A lot.. but it IS complicated. I got the correct answer but was not really sure if my working's right. Asked mdm liza after maths lesson and she was explaining all the while BUT I DON'T GET A SINGLE THING AT ALL (DID.I.REALLY.GET.STUPIDER.? OMG!)!! Lols, eventually, i told her i get it alr. But back to class, i'm still 65% blurred. Can someone just explain to me? :(
MATHS!! Stop killing me with your problems! :x LOL! During science lesson, lixin told me something. Yeah, funny lurh, duh. But she seems reluctant to do what he told her to do. -.- She told me : "FOR WHAT?" Diao.. how would i know?? And after school she was like.. :

Lixin : Don't tell him you know me kays?
Me : O.O? Zzt... but why would he even ask me whether i know how you look like?
Lixin : Err.. you know, when he ask you about me, tell him you don't know who's the person. Keep denying lurh.
Me : On the first day when he gets to know you, i alr say you're MY FRIEND, mdm! -.-
Lixin : OH... aiya, just don't tell him how i look like. (:
Me : I doubt he will even ask me? Zzt..!

Lixin, audrey, andrea and i went library at 3 10. Guai kia, haha.. as if! But we each borrowed at least a book. Then we went for cca. Andrea and i went parade square cos MRL is not open yet. Join xin ya and a girl (i've been asking her name but she keep joking! LOL!). They ARE gossiping, don't include andrea and i, k? ;)
We sit down, looking at jj, jere, regin (and blablabla) play bb. Haha, cool. Then we went upstairs at 4pm. Guzheng today was boring. Went back home, was reading my new borrowed book: Permanent Rose by Hilary McKay. It's very nice.

It seemed long to her. The holidays had passed in a blur of heat and waiting. His absence haunted her. In town, she would catch glimpses of someone with a walk like his, and for a moment be certain that he was back. At night, she often dreamed of him, stifling nightmares of non-communication. Two or three times she struggled right out of these dreams and down the stairs to the kitchen, convinced she had heard the telephone ring. The nightmares eventually stopped but her waiting did not stop. She still jumped every time the telephone rang, or when she saw a familiar gray jacket in the street. "Do you know how long he has been gone now?", she asked. "It must be more than five weeks." the other replied. "It has been five weeks, two days and about eleven hours." she confirmed. At the sound of the door bell, she jumped. Something inside her lifted, and then dropped a little too far. As if her heart had unexpectedly missed a step on a stairway. She rushed to the door and dragged it open. She hoped it was him. But, it wasn't.

It really takes one's effort and courage to keep waiting and hoping that he/she would just return....

My mind is just like a tap. Whenever the "tap" is turned on, be it by any conversation about him or news about him.. i can't stop thinking, like the water, rushing out of the tap. Whole train of thoughts just followed and no matter how hard i tried not to think, how hard i tried not to care, the thoughts just couldn't get away. From my MIND. And, whenever the number, 16 appear at anywhere, it's no doubt that what comes to my mind is... that is the date which everything starts.