though it's pretty much the same as ever,
but it sparked off alot of train of thoughts on my own.
Respect, Freedom of speech, Civil Rights, Liberties blah blah blah and the list goes on.
conflicts between countries were even more interesting.
sometimes i really wish i could be as wise as Ms tan,
or should i say in terms of General Knowledge.
half as wise would be good enough.
and perhaps the rest of the strangers in my puny little world could be as well.
so that not to cause so much irritation in my life.
i dislike people yakking away and not doing what he's telling others
i dislike those inconsiderate people who can understand English and stands on the right hand side of the escalator,
esp when they are wearing any school uniform
[which means they are educated, or supposed to be educated]
i dislike so much stuffs that's occuring around me,
which i think i didnt have the time and energy to lament about in the past.
oh ya,
i CERTAINLY detest people who keep using our status to instill rules in us.
PLAINLY, the term EX-COUNCILLOR is certainly irritating.
so far nothing had occured to me,
but to my friends around me.
well, see the word EX,
it means we NO LONGER are.
and our actions seriously reflects what a normal student will do
and why cant they just treat us as a NORMAL student,
since we can also no longer give being a councillor as an excuse for not doing our school work.
if some rules were meant to be there,
then say it infront of the entire school cohort and not controlling just a few puppets.
wonder i should practise ignorance or tolerance...
wonder how some human brains really work...
maybe in the ass?
or there isnt any to begin with...
PS: oopss, i dont know i could sound so mean.. wells oh wells, life drives people to this state
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irony is that,
the lil things that make my day enjoyable is also looking at the strangers appearing in my life.
those familiar faces of the strangers...

as much as the world had grown
the smaller it seems to get...
the state of mind of innocence still...
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