nothing much to say these few days, school life's starting to become so monotonous again. all we do is mug, or stone. waiting for recess to come after assembly, waiting for lunch to come after recess, waiting for school to end after lunch. the A level syllabus isnt that hard after all, just need to pay attention and u'll understand all the shit.
seeing _l much less now, we only attend lecture together. so sad. wrote _l all over my lecture notes until qing started writing _l on his. what a dog. but then again she's just... nevermind. chem lecture is the only lecture i can slack off, i dont really have to follow because i can study chem from the notes, the new lecturer's some bitch who doesnt have pms twice a century.
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand,
Who saith "A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust god: see all, nor be afraid!"
since i have no life, i read the entire poem. its 192 lines long. those are the first 6. "Rabbi Ben Ezra" by Robert Browning. at least now i know why they chose "the best is yet to be" as our school motto. its quite interesting. Click on the title if u have no life like me.
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