hey...
im ecstatic today..
because i mastered cartwheels and forward rolls...
finally!
i have to email my group members about the edited pe routine...
im really pissed that sandhya didnt turn up...
she had time to loiter around the school but never come...
balls lah!
art was interesting...
i felt like a designer participating in project runaway...
im sure we pleased ms della with our designs..
im impressed with our designs...
and then legacy was fun..
ours was the first group to complete the horse rider quiz...
it was damn fun can!!!???
then interviewed shirley yeo...
it was quite useful but very long winded...
quite expected of a school counsellor...
anyways i didnt see alex tang today...
hahaha...couldnt bet on his shirt colour...lol!
today was bad mood day...
lets go in chronological order...
in the morning i missed the bus in a matter of seconds...
and then after that received drama results...
i got a bloody b4!!!!!
y? I mean was it that terrible???
nobody has any idea how dejected im feeling...
i mean...she expected more from me...said i could have easily got an A...
but i didnt...because im a loser...
you dont noe how insulting and terrible i felt...
i care about nothing more than my marks...
i really felt like crying..but didnt..wanted to be strong
but one day..im just gonna lose my grip on things...
and just breakdown..
and the bavithra you knew will just disappear infront of your own eyes...
and it might never return..
and later kavya kept pissing me off during gym rehersals...
felt like slashing myself...
so that i will never have to face all these stress anymore...
anyways...
i gotta bathe...
bye..
sad and depressed bobo.
i know a place where happiness and beauty is everywhere.
very far from this ugly world where i wanna go away from.
but the clutches are too strong that i cant fly free to where my heart desires to be.
and if i tried anymore harder i would just shatter and be gone.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Cartwheels...
Posted by Bavithra at 4:17 AM
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