paper thin lies

I was talking to my brother just now when I suddenly felt as if he was the only one who really listens to me. I could share so much and he would well, react. I mean sometimes he goes off track and says 'Jie, I really got six-pac' but he listens.

Orientation was, to sum up;
Miss Chang (talking to the freshies): 'I teach many of your seniors and I have never seen them so tired till today.'

It felt like Smartkids (teenage edition) went on an amazing race and grew boobs etc etc along with killing screaming lungs. I felt experienced and old, in a good way and suddenly all the kiddy games I played with SK came in handy.

After orientation, it was lomantic date at Esplanade Bay with Celest and Liting, ending with a lomantic hawker light supper at Lau Pa Saut. Too bad chances to do that are dwindling. SP certainly isn't lomantic enough for dates like that.

Now, on to typing out the 2 econs essays for Miss ChowWY. She types in her blog 'Save my com! Save Wy!'. I'd say, 'SAVE WY'S COMP, SAVE CASS'S EYES!' My fingers currently hates having to type capital letters cause it has to click on the shift key and comparative advantage is a nice word to type out. I need sleep.

its scary how its possible that deep down inside, there's nothing left inside of you that resembles you- that you forgotten how to be you.