You know its been too long when u find yourself scrolling furiously up and down your own blog trying to find that little "sign in" button to log on and officially blog.
Took me a whole of 15seconds to realise its on blogger. hmmmm...
My life thus far has become like a heavy load in a washing machine...monotously swirling up and down up and down...and being in school just means that u're in a laundry shop...those bulky old-fashioned washing machines with the little circular hole in the middle lined up next to each other and outlining the entire room..facing each other with the same dreadful and dead expression on the unfeeling and almost inhuman appearance on their silvery matt finishes. No one attempts to stop this never-ending cycle. No one tries to reach out to press the stop button and clear the load........just....the continuous flow of troubles and conflict.
can someone please tell me why <3 is supposed to be a heart???? everytime i see this <3 symbol on someone weblog i'll just visualise fart. sometimes it even appears as <333 i mean like wadd? triple fart? fart to the power of three?
Adjusting to yet another new school environment made me reflect upon my primary school days...In the classroom i feel uncomfortable when im given undue attention. Like when all eyes are on you expecting the next words to come out of your trembling mouth the answers to "how did the world begin?" when you obviously werent there when the stars and planets fell into place. Or "Repeat what i said,katherine." when you obviously was not listening as you were enaged in an interesting and not to mention intelletually stimulating conversation with the person next to you. Or "why didn't tell me you wanted to go to the toilet?!?!"
*flashback*
kat- aged 6
"teacher, teacher! quick look at her!"
The teacher turned around and saw kat in her red checked PAP kindergarden uniform seated on the floor surrounded by a pool of yellow liquid.
"kat-her-ineeeee! this is the second time this week!"
kat -aged 7
Dressed in a bright yellow sleveeless shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts, she blended in with the bunch of primary one girls. or did she? Of course she didn't. She was knew among her teachers as the complusive "pee-er" in class. Her subject teachers prayed every morning not to be the unlucky one to be there when she decided to unload her bladder in class. When my little primary sch couterparts were returning home beaming and bursting with pride carrying their A* crayon drawings or their full marks ting xie home, i was carrying a red plastic bag with contents i shall not elaborate on.....
kat-now.
what do u think? of cuz i pee in the toilet! im capable of handling my pea-sized but otherwise fine bladder, thank you!
