Food for thought:

I like apple pie. If you don't like apple pie, it doesn't matter, I won't force it into you because you like blueberry pie. What if I don't like it? Do I stop you from eating it?

... would rather have things that they're familiar with than to venture into the unknown, even if the unknown was more satisfactory.

... love you because of who I am when I'm with you.

... are only applicable to sinusoidal graphs.

... incapacity to maintain enduring relationships.

... under examination.

... get to vote and some other stuff.

... when you just never know what you will find.

... is centered at (-1, 0) with a radius of 2 units.

... absorb excess oil and help prevent blemishes.

... may conduct electricity. Do not release outdoors. Do not use near power lines.

... and you owe me 7 extra duties.

... conceived of on the banks of remote Lake Nam Co., in Tibet.

... in whatever way you think is appropriate.

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School's just started again. I think that speaks for itself.

I need something to distract me... something that is not the "DUNCE" hat that sits on me every time I attend a Physics class.

No one knows how much I want to skip the lessons, so that I don't feel so gloriously demoralised. It sucks to be in a class full of scholars.

Epiphanies: 1

I'm so very, very blessed. (:

Love you guys!

I think the Math Department thinks we can buy time with money.

6 pages worth of Permutations and Combinations questions,
9 pages worth of Probability questions,
And best of all, 17 pages worth of Vectors questions.

All in Times New Roman, font size 12, for those of you who have not checked it up on KM.

That doesn't include the extra exercises for Complex Numbers either, which I saw no point in printing because I'm stuck at my Complex Numbers Tutorial One, and my tutor has only finished with Practice Questions. Absolutely spiffing.

And if you have an appointment with Miss Ling, you have to hand it all up when you meet her. God bless you.

The smell of homemade Blueberry Muffins coupled with the sound of oldies playing on the radio makes me feel like I'm living in the 1960s.

It's quite a lovely feeling.

The phrase "wake up your idea" is grammatically incorrect. Furthermore, even if it wasn't, it just doesn't make any sense!

I know my "A" Levels are coming but whatever you think my "idea" is, it's definitely not a living, breathing creature. If it is not alive, it cannot be sleeping. If it does not sleep, it naturally follows that I cannot, try as I might, arouse it!

A million pangs of jealousy for me, a million stabs back to you.






And then I realise I don't actually know you at all.

Jealousy is such a powerful, irrational emotion.

I think that if they don't stop making that absolute racket, I might actually procure a gun to shoot them down. Birds. The stupid, noisy, cawing birds outside my house. I did not return home early today to hear the lousy creatures screech. RAWR! ):

I want it to be my birthday NOW so that I can buy alcohol legally. For some reason (which I can't really explain) I feel very much like drinking it right now. I haven't actually tried buying alcohol from the counters of any grocery store before, because I don't want to face the embarrassment if they decide to check my ID. Hmm. I really don't think I'm very much of a club person though.

At this very moment, I'm feeling just slightly embittered by this sedentary lifestyle. The wild-child in me in raring to go. It is not satisfied with the mundane. Not. Satiated. At. All. AHHHHHHH!