8th December.

Haven't touched blogger for so long! Well, what is there to say? Fiona is very, very happy. And she misses school. Not so much time ahead of her, yet so much to do! Yr 11 next year! Scary! VCE officially commencing! Methods, eeek! Wish me luck for this new year! =]

And to all you ppl: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! =]

7th October.

Amazing. It is already our last day of freedom. What matters, just school. I kind of miss school.
So more thinking before my mind becomes a bit too crowded to think again. Been thinking about loads of stuff. How to do this, how to make it through that. Not much help really.

Here's another one of those moments where I wonder - what's the point? Honestly. Maybe Annie's song was a pretty good one, even if it had a bad tune =P Thumbs up to the people who understand xD.

I really don't know anymore. I'm sick of feeling as though I have so much to say, yet when I try to say it - there is nothing. There is always something on the tip of my tongue, a word that is waiting to come out, but I don't know what it is. Compressed and restricted <= that's how I feel.

Oh gawd, I want OUT.

30th September.

Beginning to run out of things to blog about. I guess in the end I'll be complaining about the same thing over and over, and no one wants to read about someone whining. xP

Mmm je ne sais pas comment arreter cela.

26th September.

If I said 'Feelings cannot be controlled', I wouldn't be the first to say so, right?

.. feelings can't be controlled.
.. nor can they be forced.
.. nor can be be crushed into inexistence for no reason.
and they're just too good at winning.

I surrender.

Vouloir c'est pouvoir.

Vouloir c'est pouvoir? Ha. C'est nul. C'est pas possible.

=>And if it were to be, I would not be the one who is able to uphold it.<=

Live. Love. Laugh. Cherish. Enjoy.

Oh what more matters?

Think carefully Fiona. Step carefully.

20th September.

Controllable. Hell no.

I was about to start typing about all the cool things that happened to me today. But they all drained away as quickly as I could try and recall them. Sorry guys.

Quadratics test. I liked it =]

Don't ask about my exact values 'spot test'. I beg of you.

So tired. I was gonna collapse.

18th September.

Today began with maths revision on geometry. Note: We would not need revision if the student teacher could actually teach. =]

Watched Romeo and Juliet [ the rest of it ] in the lecture theatre, it was so sad T__T but I was the only one who thought it was sad O.o" everyone else just laughed and kept chatting after it was finished =/

Methods again after double eng, we started trigonometry! I miss calculus =[

Lunchtime - hung out at the library with Mish and Mickey went to read manga[?]. Silly Mish, does she even actually like chess? Or the excuse to lean in.. very.. closely *wink* She forbade me from leaving the library *cries*

Science - watched the rest of Gattaca, it was such a depressing movie.. the guy committed suicide in the end [ he sat under a rocket launch - roasted, ouch. ] Such a bleak movie. If life was that bleak, it would be terrible.

Geog, we watched another presentation and I went to sleep. Then the teacher noticed me sleeping and said 'Fiona Cheng, do you have anything to share in the discussion?'
Me: *wakes up* [ literally ] Uhh, I would not want to live in the UK because of the uh.. high rate of teenage pregnancies.
=>the class cracks up<= Teacher starts talking about contraception.
Me: No, it's not only that, but also the fact that teenage pregnancies inhibit females from achieving higher education, which puts them in a disadvantaged place in society. Afterall, who wants the guys to be superior?
=>saved<= Muahaha, I bet the teacher thought I'd have nothing to say =P

Mmm. Still there, but controllable. Relief!

Comments welcome =]

Fii.

17th September.

True that knowledge is a good thing.
But sometimes, we just don't need to understand something in such depth.
Nor do we want to understand in such depth.

And suddenly, ambiguity can only take you so far. And being vague is perhaps not effective either. Ahh the unfathomable has become fathomable.

How can one be so perceptive in one matter, yet so blind to another? Perhaps it is not blindness, but refusal to accept.

=>insane<=

The world is upside down.

15th September

'That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet'

What is love but a feeling? What is love but a word to describe this feeling? And as long as the feeling is the same, it matters not what we refer to it as.

Welcome me to blogger =]

Blame it on Mickey.

And so Fiona joins yet another site =]
One day I shall figure out how this works!

Chill-

Fiona.