School

It's being ages since I'd last updated, and it's not because I had nothing to say but things were so overwhelming that I just couldn't find it in me to post all of them. So I ended up not posting anything. Whatever.

Things are really piling up, with a little bit of this another bit of them, and WALA! you have a mountain of stuff to do. I do set goals for myself (for the day, at least), I really do. It's just that half of the time I never got around to doing it. Time is being a bitch and doesn't want to wait for me.

Homework has been really slack this week, no tests, no nothing. Guess what happens next week? Yeah, you got it, genius. Everything. Tests, homework, deadline, etc. I wish the school would be a kind soul and just spread out the tests evenly. It won't be so taxing on my mind then.

Okay, let's move on to something else -- school is boring me out.

Music. Ha. My sis has somehow gotten wind of Jap Pop Songs and are downloading them like crazy into my phone. They're not half as bad, just that I can't sing along. Help, Mei Wei! Yawns. Now I'm bored of this subject. Moving on.

I'm really unhappy with our new dance instructor. Says he's coming at 3, so we wait till 5 and he ain't coming! >.< What gives?

Humans are scary beings. I'm so goddamn wary of them that I get paranoid and it simply drives me up the wall. What's with all the bitching, gossiping, backstabbing and complaining? Half of the time they don't know what they're talking about and they still chatter away like a know-it-all. I can tahan it for most of the time, but sometimes it just irritates me to no end. And guess what? I resort to their level too. Some kind of person I am.

Then when I resurface again, I disgust myself. I look at what I'd done and I retch. Life's so full of disappointments. I'm disappointed in others yet I disappoint myself too.

Sometimes when I hear all those lies, I feel nothing but hurt. They trash a person like that for entertainment and then discard him. What a painful truth. We can't be alone, but when we're together it ain't all that great either. Nothing's perfect. Not me, not my life, not you.

I just feel like sighing. There's nothing I can do about it. You just sit back, and watch everything unfold, cry at some parts, sympathize, and then move on. It's all about moving on.

This is starting to become an emo post. Better stop here before I reveal too much.

Just me and my muses. Don't take it too seriously.