i'm piled.
sometimes i don't even want to go out. i just want to stay at home and get over with my hw.
argh.
i'm drowning under....~
in the mean time, i am happily off writing small compositions(not). honestly, i actually like compo. the thing i don't like about it is the topics they give us. seriously. they give us a topic like: our school's sports day, come on. what IS there to write about sports day? such a boring topic.
and the time the give us is rather short, don't you think? the best compositions are written freely, with time to spare, if you ask me. of course, then it wouldn't be an exam.
today i had cip for band. where basically we go around collecting can foods & $$$ etc. by the time we finished i think both Sofia and my fingers had it quite bad. :( (on account of all the carrying of bags and knocking of doors, lol.)
and imagine. 3 more years doing the same thing.
we'll probably never stop until the world becomes a better place. but these are hard times now,(quoted from this nice lady whom we met while collecting foods!) so we'll probably spend the whole time doing all this charity stuff that the organisers and adults are too busy to do, so they obviouisly call us youths and kids to do their work for them, in return for cip and cca points.
but what for? why do we even have cip points? do they add up those in psle? cca oints may have been counted before, but i heard they stopped counting them in O levels.
so what do we earn all this for? sure, it's for a good cause, but we still could be at home trying to finish up all our holiday work.
gosh. i havent noticed how much i just typed till now.
wow.
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get into my mind
tell me what you find
don't expect it to be neat though.
while i may be there
staring into the air
my thoughts pile up a fold more.
cause you see, with the little i speak
it all gets stored up inside
if i were to speak my thoughts
my mouth would have run dry.
it's a world in there i tell you.
a world both colourful and dull.
where positive and negative collide
where some are deep yet mild.
words, pictures, memories
stringing up together.
imagination, reality
colliding with each other.
secrets, regrets, desires
hidden and stored away,
thoughts, fantasies, thinking
hopefully not too stray...
it's a world in there i tell you.
it's bigger than mother earth.
a place where you cannot conceive
with your mind till you see yourself.