I need to get a trim for my fringe, like ASAP, seriously.

There are many times that when I'm reading other people's blog (whether I know them personally, or not), I tend to get jealous (esp if they belong to the group of people that everyone would call the '____ people') about them, their lives and everything else.

Because they have what I don't have, and that I would be one of those people if I weren't so ______, back then.

I know I shouldn't be jealous or envy other people because of the things that they have and the lives that they lead cus afterall, we're all unique and blahblahblah.
(I'm sure you've heard of those nonsense that people always say about one being unique and original cus everyone is one of a kind and blah - ha, reminds me of some people NOT being ORIGINAL &taking cues from what other people say and posing those ideas off as theirs.)

I can't help myself but to feel that way, cus it's very tempting and I always give in.
(sigh) :(

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I was just re-reading my journal yesterday night/ this (very very early) morning. All the way back from the very first entry.
I'm so glad that I've came this far and changed my way of writing and all. I mean, I cannot understand (most of my entries on) why I wrote that way, back then, now and is quite disturbed with some ways (?) that I used in my earlier entries,

Like for e.g. Using alphabets to represent people's names because I was afraid of offending people. And afraid that the people who reads, understands and tell the person that I'm talking about in my entries and blah.

I'm so glad that I've gotten past that already.

There're many more things that got me quite disturbed and I'ld definitely would not recommend you to read my earlier entries.
Like seriously.
 

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I should be sleeping now (even though there's no school tmrw - marking day) cus I have big plans for tomorrow.

Okay, I lied.
Not big plans but just plans for the day.

Till (I have something in mind) again/ Till (my life gets more interesting) again.

Every inch of you spells out desire.

 
Screwed. Pretty Much Screwed.
 

Ohkay..
So tomorrow is the checking of scripts for midyears.

It's pretty much wasting time in school, for me, that is.
I know how I fare this time round, knowing that I didn't even take it seriously and all.

I mean, ultimately, it's the O levels that count, no?
Midyears' not even a component of the big O's; Why so serious?!

No, don't start on the issue of how-my-attitude-shouldn't-be-like-this or, midyears-is-a-gauge-to-see-how-much-you-need-to-work-for-olevels here because I know what I am doing, and I'm not that dense to screw myself up for the big O's.
 

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I saw the other side of the exam time-table (which is somewhat the bulletin or information to parents and student - aka waste-of-ink-and-page to me) and there's this one point about the teachers might want to meet the parents and blahblahblah.

&so, I was telling the mother just now about how my midyears are, and telling her that my teachers would most prolly want to meet my parents (she's the one meeting the teachers, y'see) and all that nonsense, her reply was:

"I don't want to meet your teachers. Waste time."

Best.
I love my mother, I really do.
 

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Ah yes. One more thing:
When you're clad with a LV, clutching a Chanel lipgloss, an Iphone on the other hand, and having a pair of Dior shades resting on top of your head..
Really. You can do SO MUCH BETTER without that pair of CROCS.

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It's back to school tomorrow, and I can smell my results already. -.-
Till life gets more interesting again.