Is that for me? Oh how I hate making wild guesses.
Okayokay, let me try and put some knowledge and sense into myself. No, its not you. How could it be? Common sense will tell you its not right? Tsk, to think I'm asking such a stoopid question.

"St.Margaret's Secondary School is Autonomous." To God be the glory. It was a really wow, thing. Haha, I don't know how to explain. To all the non-privelledged, non-smss people. You can ask me if you wanna.

Haha, I see the tags from my brother's classmate. Funny. No, I am not twenty six. I'm NOT 26 years old. If I were, I wouldn't be talking like that, would I? Unless I'm not going to mature from now onwards then, maybe its possible.

Thank you Tabitha, for encouraging me when I was going to cry for my crazy A Maths paper.

Thank you Caleb, for asking me to go and sleep. (Even though I would have even if you didn't tell me)

So, how was A maths paper? Would, no comments suffice as an answer? I guess not eh? I don't know. I could do, but my answers were weird. Like, 24.2 for some weirdo log thing. I think I just anyhow plucked and change the base. Even though its supposed to cancel out. Haha, but its over. Come on, its over.

Tmr is Pure Lit. Love lit to the max. I just don't like unseen poetry. It gives me the creeps. Like the poem we got where I thought it was about two lovers but it was about a mother and her no yet born child. See? Wild imaginations.

Yes, "Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em. But remember, its a sin to kill a mockingbird."

Today I talked to Sarah and Rie for a short period of time. And quite amazingly we all agreed on a certain issue that we felt was rather, unfair to us?

But then Rie pulled me back to reality. Life isn't fair. Just, accept it. Nothing in the world is fair, the only thing true, is God's love.

Yaye, I'm so happy cause my lovely sec2 JnrPrefects didn't have papers. And now, I finish tmr but they have papers till Friday. HAH.

Okay, I should go now.

Tmr, 9.40. Yes.

Samantha

You are the centre of it all, the universe declares it all. Your majesty, I live to sing your song.

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