Pussy willows?
So after a rather much sleep-deprived night, I went to school. It must be exciting and get adrenaline pumped within me, or else I won't be able to keep myself awake.
It just so happens that a hair check was what's needed.
As usual, heartbeat accelerates, blood is pumped into the brain and something just feels weird. I'm so gonna get caught for haircheck, because I'm a gay faggot who loves my hair long and would enjoy wasting time just for inconsequential yet ugly stuff like hair.
Turns out the teachers had eyes of cock and didn't catch me.
I always thought that my friends would be the manly kind of guys who doesn't know what facial foam is, and that haircuts can take just 90seconds, in which he'd come out looking perfectly neat.
There's neat, there's messy, and there's the plain unkempt look. Messy would be for those who try styling, unkempt would be those who don't bother cutting, neat would be the decent guys, such as myself.
By the way, what's facial foam? Can eat or not?
Look, I know that the Chinese New Year is coming, but that's no reason for you guys to act like complete pussy willows. You aren't decorations, so quit bitching about haircuts.
I won't bother talking more, because that'd be basically 'washing dirty linens in public', right?
Which reminds me of braces. I feel weird. The dentist placed a metallic spring not unlike those you see in your pens. Supposed to pull the teeth together or something. The tension is killing me.
Speaking of tension, I always feel tension on my teeth whenever I feel nervous. Or perhaps just a weird feeling. Perhaps it's not corporeal, this form of tension. I wonder what, or WHO, can be causing this.
And because of this mysterious object, I suddenly need something that's been lacking within me for ages. The word starts with 'D' and ends with 'iligence'.
Damn. I need my...A1s. I can't afford to slack anymore. I need to go find my special someone in JC. I need to do a lot of stuff. I must stop slacking.
The motivation is a bit weird, but never mind. At least it's a form of motivation.
Given my intellect, I shouldn't have much of a problem. The problem is myself. Whether or not I can bring myself to work hard.
My rheumatic joints won't work fast and furious enough at the last moment. I know what I want, I know my ego won't allow me to settle for less, blah blah. I'm feeling it now. But, help me leh.
I'm lagging a tad too much.
But then again, if the background note of my handphone can change so drastically, I don't see what you can't do to me. I don't see anything I can't achieve. Perhaps I'm myopic, but shut up =.=
Yes. I shall cut down my computer time. I shall have no life. I shall eat textbooks 24/7.
Happy birthday by the way. Bit the last minute but never mind. (:
-- 1/07/2008 11:31:00 PM
