week one.

Just another week. A week full of…bs. Although, I must say, it was a tiring week. Kind of. Maybe. Not really.

It was almost as if nothing had changed. Whispers of self-assurance had been constantly lurking around the darkness of the week. They were always there, waiting.

Waiting for excuses.

Bundles of compromises had unravelled exponentially as hours of carefully planned productivity vanished mysteriously. Goals drifted away alongside their destined partners – the trodden expectations. They were gone.

…for a while.

Maybe it was the prelim results that dampened the motivation, but whatever it was…

#yoloswag #yolo #y0l0000000l0l0l0l0l0l

gonna make up for it by going to put in 420% effort next week !!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HEHEHEHEHE XD XD XD XD XD

Until the end of year 12 I’ll probably still be here saying:

"Fake it 'til you make it."

Maybe I should learn to sleep more.


Very Beautiful Poetry

A poem for Stella Zhou


F u she types,

Her fingerless gloves brushing against

The keys in


But no.

Zounds is the best!

The best, and only option

Shut up Stella

I am great.



A lovely poem 27/06/2016

It is cold

Google is great

But it is cold

The first page is lame

But so are you.

The popularity of the first page


Your ummm



It’s cold.


Another lovely poem

‘My laptop is dead’ she says

as the computer blacks out.

She starts pulling out the puzzle pieces

How cruel!

How would she feel if someone came and pulled her apart?


Die ya hoe

Said the shovel, digging into the dirt.




They flew.

Tumbling onto the ground and collapsing as

a pair of hands

flattened them, trying to stack them,

trying to fold them


It didn’t work. They were not meant to

Conform to society’s norms-

They were nothing

but cardboard boxes.

Cardboard boxes are made up of particles

Which makes me question,

Does it even matter?