Hey you!
Do you remember me
I used to sit next to you at school
We indulged in all the extra-curricular activites
We weren't particularly cool

Monday cycling
Tuesday gymnastics
Dancing on a Friday night
I got Bridge Club on Wednesday
Archery on Thursday
Dancing on a Friday night

Hey you!
Could you ever fall for me
The way I fell for you
And do you dwell upon the thoughts that I occupy
Or do you give yourself things to do?

Monday rowing
Tuesday badminton
Dancing on a Friday night
I got ping pong on Wednesday
Needlework on Thursday
Dancing on a Friday night
With you, you.

Monday, Tuesday
Wednesday, Thursday
Dancing on a Friday night
Let the music smother me
Whole weekend recovery
Dancing on a Friday night

See the lady I adore
Dancing on the dancing floor
Dancing on a Friday night
God, the way she moves moves me
To write bad poetry
Dancing on a Friday night
With you.

This is my favourite song for today! (I listened so many times to 18th Floor Balcony, I got sick of it.) Friday Night by The Darkness. They've got another good song too. Forgot what it's called. Another good song is The Middle by Jimmy Eat World. All old songs, but still worth listening to over and over!

My resolution for the rest of the year is to stop having to run to the bus-stop every single morning of the school week. I haven't sat down to eat breakfast since I don't know when. Amazing. I have mastered the art of multi-tasking. I'll grab my breakfast and stuff some into my mouth, grab my shoes, run to the lift, press the button, wear my shoes and continue stuff my breakfast into my mouth, and I'm done by the time the lift reaches the first floor. And if I'm fast enough, I can tie my hair as well. Bet you can't beat that!

A Levels are in 93 days. I'm sorry if all I ever do is count down nothing. Nothing else much occupies my mind nowadays.

I love school man. I love it when we listen to opera music during History lectures. I love it when we have meditation during Literature, and we share our thoughts like in the numerous self-help groups in Fight Club. I love doing questions on irony and paradox for GP, over and over and over again. I love doing comprehension within less than an hour and then barely passing/failing it. I love staring at the Econs essay questions and not understanding what the heck they want me to write. Muahaha.

Sometimes, I honestly wish my life was like that of say, Lizzie McGuire. Typical American high-school. Even though my idea of it is probably a stereotyped one, and based on the numberous chick-lit genre of films I've watched, I'm still sure it'd be less stressful than this.

You know what they say about not having regrets? About looking forward and not thinking about "what-ifs"? But if you don't have the occasional regret, you'd never know the importance of cherishing something, of seizing the day. If you never ponder on what-ifs, you'd never know the pain of not having done something you should have. You'd never have dreams, and you'd never have the drive to work towards the dreams. I like thinking of what-ifs, not all the time, but sometimes. It offers a higher plane of achievement, something that reminds me there's so many beautiful things and opportunities I can have, if I can work hard enough for them.

I don't see why I'm blogging so much. It's not like I have much time left. Gah.