This is my answer.

It makes me wonder how planes are able to fly. I wonder
where are they heading to. I imagine the people inside, I
imagine myself in it too. I think about the black patches on
the moon. I wonder if there are astronauts on it, I wonder
if I can see them. I don't know if you get it, but planes and
the moon make me feel that all hopes are not lost.

Peanut in my nostril.

TRAP AHEAD!
AAAHHH, NOOOOO! AVOID IT!
TOO LATE! I'M TRAPPED! AAAHHHHH!
FUCK THIS HOLY SHIT! I'LL GET HELP! HANG IN THERE!
HOLD UP! THERE IS ONLY ONE OF US! HOW CAN YOU GET HELP?
I.. I AM RIGHT HERE!
YES, YOU ARE. RIGHT IN THE TRAP!
NO, I'M MOST DEFINITELY NOT!
YES, YOU ARE.
I'LL GET HELP!
NOOOOOOOOOO!

You tell me.

What were those months?

Mind out there, out here.

I don't know if anything makes sense now.
I don't know if it makes sense anymore.
My nose has been itching for two days. It is as irksome as you are.

Knock you up.

I knew I was going to feel this way, and you have no idea what am
I referring to. I have my own stuff too.
Ciao.

Tonight.

I have almost forgotten what is it like to look up into the dark
sky every night. But tonight, I was drawn to the balcony to relish
the familiar comfort I used to seek. Then, everything started to
come back to me.

Time.

Time.
Time is everything.
Time is money.
Time is of an asset.
Time is a great healer.
Time heals all wounds.

Now that it's all said and done.

I would love to see that bitch every single day if she really brings me luck.

Rocking back and forth.

I have to post something here to get rid of the stale air even if it is
just a word. But evidently, I have far surpassed my goal. Good for
me, I know.

Goodnight.

I had to do it.

I had a kick dragging Ji Guang's bag on the floor,
from mouth of IT/AS all the way to ITAS. That is
what his sling bag is for, right? You are so going
to hate me for it.

Prick in your throat.

I thought I could do a short post since I am officially a junior. I
mentioned it a couple of times today since it is definitely something
I should blow a horn about albeit we are all juniors from this very
day onwards. As for the freshmen, you will have your slice of the
cake. Just give it a year. By then, whilst you guys are juniors, I
will be bragging my title.

I have been full of grouches, about my timetable, my class
allocation, and typical daily issues like how lethargic or famished I am.
Needless to say, the two latter will never cease to exist for as long
as I am breathing. I am just hoping the formers would gradually
fade flat into the ground.

A brand new academic year, a brand new class, a brand new
care person, a brand new timetable, a brand new mate, and a brand
new project group soon to come. As aforesaid, I am not the least
satisfied with my timetable and class allocation, but many things
have come unpredictable, so I have no choice but to give in to my
present.

As for my brand new mate, we spent some time together at
Chinatown during our extremely long break. In all honesty, I had
fun and at the same time, I discovered similarities in us both. I
doubt anything will go wrong between us.


And, we will begin tomorrow as a Tuesday..

Tomorrow, tomorrow.

School's starting tomorrow.
SCHOOL'S STARTING TOMORROW.

You are not listening.

He should be cloned.

Like the heart, what's that?

So why the return?
So why the memories?
So why the pain?
So why the truth?
So why the attention?
So why the past?
So why the present?
So why the unpredictable future?
So why the misery?
So why the mystery?
So why the feeling?
So why the heart?

Not getting over it.

My bowl of luck dried up when I got back my results, hence my undesirable class allocation.

Fresh yet old on the tongue.

I am posted to the first class.
I am still in the first class.
I am in 2R01.

The stench in the air.

There is something I am really clueless about. Why are there anonymous people buzzing my posts in Chinese?

The wise shall sacrifice.

Rip the strips.