Yeah, I know, Rossy girl. This answer is actually "YES", and isn't that sad?

And there's no reason for me to stay in MSS after F.5.

...as I spend more and more time in MSS, I realise that I shouldn't be here at all.

There's so much superficiality (is this a word? Well, it's a friggin good word) here, so much bitching... immaturity (and again.. is this a word?)...deceiving.... bad ppl (and this INCLUDES some teachers)... gosh.

What is this?

I'm living but I'm not living.

I prefer spending time alone, to stay out of this society which lacks substance. I'm in my own world... and I have never and no one shall ever read me like an open book, because I will not open myself here.... and no one shall tread into my world... my serene and real world =)

I prefer it this way.

Due to the fact that I confirmed that an adult from school (who I don't particularly like) knows my xanga, I have made some entries private. So it's not about you guys' comments.... =)

p.s-... I'm sorry that I've been ignoring all the tags! It's just that I don't want to talk about my
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9/1- Happy B-day, Stephanie Anne Teng!

THE KITCHEN SLIPPER MASSACRE!!!!

It's 12:30am now, and i'm terribly upset.

Around 10 minutes ago, I entered the kitchen, wanting to get a glass of water.

But when I looked DOWN, I saw loads of brown dots on the floor.

???

I ran back into my room and rapidly put on my glasses.

Ran out to the kitchen again.

To my amusement, those brown dots ain't no ordinary brown dots, they were cockcroaches!

Yau big yau small, ho chi one big happy family gum... and IN MY KITCHEN TOO!

Now, i'm not going to let some cockroach family breed in my beloved kitchen, so i grabbed my slippers, and... BANG BANG BANG! I killed all of them!!!

I started clearing up their 'si hai', and then.... I felt smth squishy on my right sole... and

I stepped onto a cockcroach.

And you know? Their blood is GREEN. Maybe it's not their blood. Maybe it's their liver or smth, but that's not the point. The point is I got GREEN GOO on my soles.

Nightmares... hello.

Suddenly thinking about my F.4 year.

Crap year, i'd say. But you learn so much from unhappy incidents.

Crap, but i'd rather get shit now so that i know wt it's all about and how to handle it  than getting it when i'm working or smth. Shit is unpreventable, because shit is produced by shit people and there will always be shit people in the world, the key is how to handle shit.

I've learnt it. And i've matured so much from it. So thanks for giving me shit  

The way to handle shit is the way you handle it in the toilet: flush it down so as to let it flow down to a deep dark tunnel where all the other shit and tissue and i- don't- want- to- imagine stuff are. That's how worthless shit it and that is where it deserves to go. That's how forgettable shit should be.

I think everyone knows this, but then, what a lot of people can't do is to flush down the shit once it is being produced. Instead, they let the shit linger and therefore the smell of the shit overwhelm them, bringing them immense sorrow and rivers of tears.

Flusing shit down instantly is super hard, but be patient and time will teach you how to do it sooner and sooner, until one day, you can flush it down before the smell starts to spread.

What inspired me to write this?

A schoolmate called me, crying her eyes out. Apparently she's been affected by their shit too. Luckily, when they produced shit for me that time, someone scolded me so badly before I broke into tears, and flushed the shit for me. Don't tell anyone who they are, or what they did to you (like i did, and i seriously regret it), as people who fabricate and produce piles and piles of shit like them will soon have loads of people turn agains them. We already know that a bunch of people are against them. They live to criticize every single thing. We all know that. I'll be by your side when you need me .