one day into the weekend, and i'm feeling as if it's already over. seventeen into my life, and i'm feeling as if it's nothing.
i've thought of some things vicky said. that how looks matters in our school, that how insignificant she feels. come to think of it, she's so right. well. maybe not that much, but it's still important. maybe not totally in our school, in other places, it's worse. but it still matters at least quite a bit. how the pretty girls and cute guys click as one. but, anyway, i dont feel care. all the perfect ones, quite a few i know, are not that outstanding in terms of looks. but they still shines, at least i think they do. they care and do the smallest things for you, so small and unexpected, you can cry. often it's the good looks ones that are so hypocritical. no, i dont think i'm being fair here. people i know, like the very one who said this, vicky, and joey, who agrees, is not exactly miss universe, but i'll give them a high A, seriously. i can look at them forever, and i'll not think they're that ugly as they make themselves sounds to be. they shines, even in the brightest sun, i swear. after the long talk on fri, i realised how understanding vicky is, like how she overlooks at other's negative sides. and joey, of cos, the smallest surprises she always do. and many many others.

now, the insignificant part.
i go school, so?
i'm absent, so?
i'm not in camp, so?
i'm not in house comm, so?
at least for now, i dont think my existance matters so that much.
one happy thing, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY JIAXIN! LOVEYOULIKEALWAYS.

read a book called Dear charlie: letters to a lost daughter. love it.

growing in perfect circles

that seems odd to me and you

but the strangest things of all are these beautiful creatures

like faeries that fly

they're pretty like ballerinas

named after all sorts of flowers and plants

they stare at you wuth tiny beady eyes

that seemed to enchant

there is always a dreaming, bewitching aroma

drifting through the air

everywhere you look something dark seems to stare

strange, beautiful flowers growing by rippling streams

different coloured lights shining in beams

waterfalls of dreams and nightmares falling from the treetops

splashes of enchanting water, the smell of juicy berries

never stops

watch out for the twisting branches winding around

your

feet

you cant stay there too long, you can never fall asleep

so when you walk down craokendale lane, remember

to

catch the number 963 bus

otherwise you'll find yourself wandering into the wilderness

charlie wrote beautifully, i hope she's happy in heaven.