something just to piss you off

Ih.

I epoh uoy nac erugif tuo eht nrettap ot eth tsop. Fi uoy t'nac, oot dab rof uoy.

Ylsuoires. S'ti taht elpmis. Evah nuf!

Dna doog kcul.

:)

my resisting power

I could almost never stand temptation, nor resist any urge to do something which I knew I would pay for later.

THIS is no exception.

Go figure.

time passes fast

So many things has happened since I stopped writing in my blog, twenty-one days ago. ( Yup, I've been counting.)

First one was camp, which was burning, wet (because of the sea) and very, very, hectic. It seemed as though there was always a game to rush off to, people with their water balloons and buckets full of seawater to rush away from, and the big blue inviting sea to run screaming into. And of course, the sunburn.

But above all the screaming, splashing, getting whacked in the jaw by balls and in the leg with sticks, dashing away from water balloons and throwing them(and missing), I had fun.

Which was already good enough.

The second big (and last thing) that happened was my cough.

First I came up with sore throat, then a sniffly nose. But no cough.

Then I went to the doctor. I started coughing really badly after I left the clinic. It got so bad I couldn't sleep at night and I had to skip school for almost a whole week.

Then I took Chinese medicine, which helped a lot. I thank God for creating herbs.

All I can say that for last month, August was not nice to me.

I doubt September will treat me better.

I desperately do not want to be last

It passes.

Day by day by day by day.

Every time, someone gets chosen. It isn't me. When I'm ready, I don't get picked. When I'm not ready, I don't get picked anyway.

I desperately do not want to be the last presentor on stage.

math hates me

I just got a paper cut from my Maths L.I.F.E.P.A.C book today.

Math hates me.

what the heck

This was sent by someone to The Reader's Digest February 'o9.

"As another year rolls in," read an advertisement,"we would like to offer our best wishes to all who have given us reason to celebrate."

It was signed "Gunter's Funeral Home".

complaints

My eyes hurt.

I might not have put enough in my essay.

I feel like I'm doomed.

I don't like this.

I don't have this.

I can't stop.

Complaining.