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This page is owned by Janet, and is a big heap of teenage ramblings, mainly due to developing hormones. So if you've a problem with anything you read here...sue the hormones.

Favourite music:

I guess I should say thank you, for cutting all my strings. But if it's all the same to you, I wish you'd left my wings.
- I Wrote This For You

Today was a good day.
Sunday, September 18, 2011 @ 1:02 AM
My tamil teacher didn't show up, so my friends and I partied at the back of the class. I taught them Truth or Dare thinking it might be fun, but man, was I wrong. Different culture = a lot of restrictions. In SG, it's no big deal to go up to a guy and ask him out as a dare, just for laughs, but here, it's kind of awkward to even go up to a guy and ask him whether he's studied for a test. But anyway, they taught me curse words (which I believe are the most important part of a vocabulary for any language) and slang. Like, "have you done it?" is "matter mudinchirucha?". They asked me how I picked up that stuff so fast hahah. I told them not even a sixth grader in SG is as innocent as the girls are over here.

And all the while, my eyecandy plus the only guy who's been amazingly sweet and helpful to me so far were both sitting right beside us with their ~gang~ and fooling around. Guys here fool around in a way I've only seen guys in my secondary school fooling around. You know, carrying each other and shoving each other down and...just being adorable, really.

I submitted a request letter to transfer from Tamil to French today. I really don't want to be stuck in Tamil. Even the kids here can't cope up with the Tamil, so how am I supposed to scrape a pass, let alone score well? And anyway, I want an excuse to learn French :3 So cross your fingers for me! Depends on what the school says.

I chatted for a while with my secondary school crush today. It was...nice. Like, we both caught up with each other and he made me laugh and. It felt nice. I didn't feel any of that shit I went through last year. That's the point I want to reach with A. Where, if I ever talk to him or even see him again, I don't feel anything close to what I'm feeling now. I'd just think, "oh, that was nice", and move on.

Tomorrow's Sunday! The only day where I get to sleep in, fuck yeah. I never knew the beauty of a Sunday until I came to India, seriously. Every Friday, I pray that no, there won't be school on Saturday, and every Friday, it turns out that yeah, there is -.- But school's a lot less stressful and the workload's only a tenth of what I'm used to, so I can't exactly complain.
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