I woke up at 1 pm today, still unhealthy but better than sleeping for 10 hours.. this time it was about 7 hours..:P

so i did another essay called opportunity (decided to go narrative), so my essay is about how one of my seniors, david had gotten a job opportunity to work with microsoft through my uncle and then I talked a lot on how he tried so hard to find a job and his friends and i also helped him a load but had nothing in return and like when we gave him the opportunity, he was unwilling to go because he didn't want to leave his family and his friends and he would feel like an alien in America.. so alot of persuasion blah blah.. and finally he succumbed to going to america and then 10 years have gone and I'm looking at the latest issue of "forbes" magazine and it reads, "award for most successful youngest entrepreneur goes to David Finn of Microsoft" and then I talk about how he never contacted his family, or his friends ever again and started a new life with a british wife and had 2 kids and even in his interview he never talked about his gratitude to his friends or his family and then i end of by saying how opportunity may bring someone in a whole new light; that sometimes we tend to forget the people who actually shaped us to what we have become... like how you climb a ladder and u just disown the ladder after you've reached the peak...

i hope they give a topic like that for the exam, because i can write much more for those kind of topics.. so for now i'm digging one word essays :D! and then i studied julius caesar and I'm going to memorise all the significant quotes by tuesday; watch me!

I'm suddenly feeling nostalgic about my primary school days; when coming home at 4pm was considered late xD and how it was so fun to be ignorant and "sort of" break the rules.. i was a nerd until primary 6... in primary six i became the kind of "stay back play soccer every day" kind of person and also the "study last minute" kind of person but "appear like studying to your parents and teachers"... yes the art of innocence in disguise, one that I yet to master in times like these; times that involve disguise yet uncertainty (yes the times when you just want to slack but not appear as if you're slacking)

Nostalgia like how great minds say, is a gift, because sometimes the present is so horrid and your past is as rich as buttermilk flowing from the mouths of veela... I love my past, i hate my present and i probably can't see my future at the rate i'm going... too dark and far away...

I feel like i lack a spontaneous personality