I'm feeling freaking tired now.
Even though it's a short school day.

Lots in my life.
School. Friends. _______.

I realise I'm getting very easily irritated as I grow older.
Like if my brother irritates me a little I'll just snap at him. Something like that.
Hmm. PMS? Maybe. Maybe not.

As you grow up you tend to be faced with more issues.
Which is true. But no one can avoid them. That's when you must learn how to cope with them.
If you give me one thing which I can choose in my life,
I probably would just choose to have a house along the countryside near the sea, and then able to grow my own vegetables and food with someone I can spend my life with.
The 21st century is... -speechless- Stressing? Ugly?

"The city life is becoming more unattractive. Discuss."
The topic I chose to write in the recent essay attempt during gp.

Randomness.

Sometimes I wonder why people always like to pintpoint at others' faults and neglect their own faults while there are others who only blame themselves for anything wrong and not look on the larger picture.
Yeah.
And maybe we should just all do abit of both things.
Before one say anything about others why not look in the mirror and reflect if one's at fault too. And if after reflection one still can't find any fault in oneself, maybe it's time to change a mirror.
Lame.

I'm actually a very very really very complicated person. If you think you know me well, think again. So. Whenever someone tells me after they've known me for barely a month how much they can relate to me, I'll just say "oh really, okay." because I know they don't really understand me. Even people whom know me for years still may not be able to. When I say understanding it means knowing what I like/dislike, knowing my character [Which is really tough], knowing when I'm sad or whatever even when not showing it [as tough], stuffs like that. So far in the past 17 years of my life, people who understand me I doubt hit 10, or even 7. Know what. Even my parents don't understand me. Sad but yeah. And I can tell you without hestitation that the number of people who understands me perfectly is only 1. For the past 17 years, after being in contact with soo many people, there's only 1. Not that I'm complaining or anything. But I never thought that I would find anyone who can relate to me so well. Know why. Because it takes a very very really very complicated person to understand another very very really very complicated person. And for the first time in my life, I experienced for myself the feeling of not being alone even when you're alone. Because you know that there's someone out there who really understands you. And I don't know. I think that's just all it takes to make someone feel less lonely. I don't know how to describe the feeling, you just have to experience it yourself.

I don't think I'm making sense but yeah.

And oh.
A word of reminder. GP is crucial. So please. Brush up on your arguments. Because they're seriously out of point.

And when the day is bad,
I take comfort in knowing that You and you are there. Never forsaking.