Rants.

I had a dream about you last night. I dreamt that you took the seashell in your hand, and it grew into something lovely. I took your hand in mine, you smiled and said, "Shh. Don't tell anyone." Throughout that dream, we kept stealing glances at each other and I was happy. You were happy.

I woke up to the harsh reality that it was a dream. Dreams don't exist in real life. Movies don't exist in real life.

I've realised that in class, I'm nothing more than an "over-confident" gossipy, and someone people say friendly, person. To those two, I'm sorry if I'm a little overboard, but do take it as a joke, no harm intended.

Hey, a big thank you to you two for the presentation. Even though we kena chewed up again by Ken Lee, but I can assure you, that we're on the right tract and we're improving, at least by leaps and bounds. Jiayous.

From now on, I should be cold. Until you grow up, and stop thinking that the world revolves around you. I cannot stand it, but that's you, and according to EIC teacher I cannot change you thus I will stop here. You're cute, but annoying.

I now wonder when you will ever talk to me.

People piss me off. I really want to say who, how and why, but always to be politically correct is driving me up the wall.

WHY WON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.

I'M ON A DEAD PROJECT AND YOU'RE NOT MAKING IT ANY BETTER.