Hoho. This website is 100 percent dead. And yes I shall refer to this place as a website but not a blog because according to Ian, a blog is supposed to be a website whereby you pen your thoughts on a frequent basis. I don't suppose my posts are on a frequent basis so this shall just be a website. I think my writing in paragraphs is going to scare people away from this website but it's not exactly a bad thing because I'm not fussed about people not reading about this.

Today is Friday the Eighteenth. Not exactly a fine day today but not a bad one either. As usual, lessons were rather unexciting but obviously we had to listen. Language arts was once again weird without Ms Ong, her teaching style and antics.

So after school, Germaine, Chris and I went to take the Chinese Paper 2 because we wouldn't be able to take the paper tomorrow because we're going for the heritage run. Well, the room was freezing cold and that was what made doing the paper really horrid and uncomfortable. Other than that, I thought the paper was relatively fine, though some questions were off.

After that's done, the three of us with Kundan went off to Suntec City to look at the exhibitions and all. Apparently, Ms Ong drove past school or something because she saw us leave school. Oh, at the exhibition, there was this small black wall where you could write on post-its who you think your hero is, and we wrote stuff. I thought it was cool(:

So I reached home and decided to post a post on this website. Oh I very much like the paragraphs(: They look queer, which makes me feel better.




Viva La Vida - Coldplay

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

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And yes for some reason I can't explain why I'm feeling sad yet angry yet laughable yet depressed yet furious yet horrid. Laughable. How can I possible feel laughable at this horrible point in time? Comedians do crack me up. I should stop watching them if I feel sad yet angry yet depressed yet furious yet horrid next time. Because I do not want to have an extra laughable inside, which really ruins the whole image. And I have decided that henceforth, I shall type the posts in paragraph forms like such and I will add the capital letters for all my starting words and my "I"s. Typing like that irritates me a little already, I can't think of anyone who would want to read blog posts in paragraphs which such lousy content. So this post will probably put people off reading itself because I myself wouldn't really want to read such horrible content that just reiterates the same thing over and over again and is really useless and stupid.

So I suppose I'll end off here.




it's back.
but it's gone.

goodbye.
comeback.