A new year. A fresh start? Don't know. I intend it to be. And if there's a will, there's a way, right? 

Right. -.= so. Well. 

Homework. I really stink at this. The worst thing is, I didn't use to. 

That comment wasn't offensive....but it did get me thinking, a little. =/

Once again, I need ideas. 

I need to finish the remaining homework at an unusual speed, too. -.= for once, I got started earlier....slightly earlier. But I think I spent too much time writing all those stuff. Maybe journal entries like these aren't exactly my cup of tea...not for homework, anyhow. It's satisfactory, but it took so long. ._.

And maybe I should go check my eyesight again. I can't believe I saw the Matrices Worksheet and read "A Math" on it (and stuffed it elsewhere). Now I can't find it, and I've got to do it. -_- and it's a whole stack of worksheets and whatnot. 

This is starting to be a bad start to the new year. It wouldn't be, or wouldn't be so likely anyway, if Matrices was A math and not E math. So, the question is: how on earth do I make stupid mistakes like that? 

Christmas eve was fun, anyway. =) 

I still need ideas. 

I think I don't really want a brother anymore. But it's not a matter of preference, right? It's not as if I've got a choice. The solution, then? Maybe I should try see if my earplugs are effective. And while I'm at it, invent some sort of glasses which will allow me to decide who I want to see. -.- as if. I might as well walk around wearing an astronaut suit, if I'll ever find one. 

Okay, so I don't sound very cheerful today....well, it's the truth. -.- maybe I should go read the blue day book again, huh. The thing is, the day only turned blue a while before 8pm. 

I don't like blue anymore. -_- indigo's much nicer. Although navy blue's still nice, and that name which I can't remember. Ultramarine? -.= I forgot what it looks like...bleh.

Pastel colours are nice, though.

I don't know what I'm talking about here. -.- oh well.

Interesting end to the day alright. =(  exasperating, too. Hmm. There's irony! hoho. I feel like Santa Claus. -_- anyway...my sec 2 LA teacher would have been delighted =)

Reality check?

Irreversible? 

Mm, I asked for it. -.- oh well. Should've known. That was just plain stupid.

Watched Peter Pan II just now. And yes, it made me think of certain things. The scene where Wendy tells Jane that all the children in the region are being moved to the countryside, for their safety. Jane's reaction - how she acts like an adult, how she tells her little brother that Peter Pan and all that stuff isn't real. And that song's playing; the one about how all you need is faith, trust and pixie dust. 

Disappointment vs anger. I wonder which is better.

The afternoon wasn't too good. Dunno. Went to the playground, much to the bewilderment of Mum. 'Cos none of them seemed to notice anything, I guess. Anyway. Jogged, broke into a run after a while, stopped, walked around, did sit-ups, tried the monkey bars, couldn't at first, got frustrated 'cos I usually can, tried again, still couldn't get far, tried the shorter one, did it sideways, went back to the other one, tried again, finally did it. Went to the swings, stayed there for a while, went back to the monkey bars, sat there and stoned, went back home. 

Disappointment's better 'cos there's only one person who knows about it - guess who. Anger's worse 'cos it's usually directed at someone else. 

I did try. Oh well.

You pause to think only when things go wrong. If they hadn't, would you ever have done so?

T3 progress report's out.

"Rarely observed" - interest in physics. Correction: I've got absolutely no interest at all in physics. I really don't.

Nothing much to say about the report. Lately, things haven't been exactly 'good'. I think. But anyway, work hasn't been the only thing I've thought about in the last few days.

I'm almost 15. Maybe that's not very old, but it's relatively old, anyway. Still. Dunno. She was rather mad, just now, 'cos I went out and had planned to come home myself, but it was considerably late by then...and there were 'crazy people' around the MRT and all; if I walked home from the LRT station, somewhere along that 'long' stretch of road, chances are I'll get kidnapped by some psycho who's hiding behind the bushes or in the shadows or something.

I suddenly remembered what Y.K had said that time...what she used to say, sometimes. 

"A penny for your thoughts". Just a phrase that came to mind, somehow. I'd probably reply with something like 'you don't wanna know', I guess. So...well. So nothing.

I just realized something this morning, that I should have realized yesterday. =/ It's no wonder she looked so unhappy yesterday....and what did I do? Nothing. I guess I couldn't really have helped, anyway, but still....she looked really unhappy then.  And, well...what kind of friend am I.