my chem teacher says i have a MOLECULE FACE! god knows what tat means! he told me i looked familiar and i have this same feeling tat i've met him before too! talk bout deja vu.

i really cant stand tat irratating mouse. she's like yaking and yaking every single day, asking her to shut up is like asking pigs to fly. she's the second person i met so far that makes me wanna slap her face even though i'm such a peaceful and forgiving person. seriously sometimes i'm so glad that there're familiar faces around that i can chill out with. on days where i dont feel like talking it's nice to just enjoy each other's company.

i'm starting to really like lit and it helps that my teacher is an ang moh with a british twang. i love how u can never be wrong in lit, it's just a matter of how u interpret it. thank god rystine encouraged me to take lit. we did a poem in class the other day and i found it rather interesting, so here it is...

Not Waving But Drowning by stevie smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning