I AM SO THANKFUL FOR HAVING A BRAIN.
And thankful that my life is pretty simple.
And thankful that I got effing Internest.
3E4. 3E5 can't be that bad either.
Once again, I love where my thoughts bring me to.
X steaming. HaHaLoLwTh.
Whatever.
HAHA I feel like I trying to act like its cool not being cool.
Of course you know Nrl, but yeah. I'll just tell you the answer in my brain.
fussh microwave to YOUR brain.
Anyways, man, I forgot how in Pri sch we were aiming for 85s and stuff.
I got 84 for something in the exams.
That's pretty much the only thing I deserve to be proud off.
Anyways, I'm bloody drained especially cuz of Choir.
Two concerts cuming up, Gala and this performance in Raffles Hotel<3.>"I felt like a huge vein."
Okay, I'm gonna do some comprehensive book review of "Stop me, if you've heard this one b4" because I absolutely ADORE the chinese white boy. And the story.
Its pretty typical, butbut this one's a weirdo.
AHHH.
But in fact he isn't.
Its all about the surroundingggs.
I'll stop here.
He reminds me of me. The yearning of people to feel repelled off us, disgusted, whatever
I can't believe Im THIS drained just because of choir.
Sigh.
I feel like Im losing my hair every second.
Man, parents schmarents. Fin.
bye.
ps: If someone insult you the third time, brush it fuckin off.



Im fourteen, I can't really remember names and I am a drama queen at heart. pff.