typhoon and his typhoons

Just because I want a lipring doesn't equate that I'm a wannabe rebel.

Today was brilliant. Well I guess I finally grasped a hold of a little remainder theorem...
If I haven't then I'm pitching my white flag at my refuge camp with Mr Lui.
Yep.

I don't have much to post but all I can say is, the only thing stressing me out is homework but thank goodness the holidays are near (although short), which hopefully provides me with more than ample time to cram everything from the past month. I want my muay thai right now bro.

My Schedule (after school)
Monday: -
Tuesday: Tuition @ RM
Wednesday: CCA
Thursday: -
Friday: CCA

So I'm pretty free, aside from the extreme tire my body withholds within itself. And I sleep a lot - the exhaustion just pops out from the air and injects itself into me.
It's really not as if I want my body to slowly deteriorate - I've been sick enough lately. My vocal chords remain strained but that's no reason to be depressed. CNY is near and I really don't want my mood to dampen the festivities.
Not like every year was a good year.

I hate my life, but I'm no one to complain. I can't speak well but I love to write. I can't do math well but I love to dream. I love the sight of heaps of money but I can't work.
I guess, everyone in the house really is bipolar. Well, what teenager never passed a day without feeling rage, pain and the all too familiar breaking of the heart? Aren't we all confused little ingrates.

Oh how the rest of the world hates us and our youth.
The taste of bleeding envy.