on a happier note, i finished reading tell no one. it's BRI-LI-ANT. i think i misspelt that. but nvm. good book. like really good book. the language of teenagers otherwise known as the constant jabbers of "like" and "you know". hahas.
oh and today was the decorate canteen tables thing. damn retarded. we like... stuck a sticker and random bits of newspaper. and bea stuck this damn rediculous thing. like she wrote "保护环境，人人有责" on it then stuck it down... zzz. and the rest is best left unsaid. or if i wanted to be dramatic, it's for me to know and you to find out. -.-
i think im having... memory lost issues. short term memory lost? urgh dunno. i just know im going a little mad. *note to self: SUBMIT POPULAR SURVEY. like i wonder if i shud just give it to the shop instead of GO since its so overdue. argh. FILINGGGGG TO DO.
aka homework. so well... toodly - das.
What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful, or old wounds that should've healed years ago and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.