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I wonder if we can totally not give a damn about what people think of us and just be who we are- bitches, sluts, saints et al. And I mean a full 100 percent- not the girl who got herself pink cockscrew curls and refuse to step out of the house.

It would be totally great to just let go wouldnt it? I wish I knew, because Im kinda like tt pink cockscrew gurl- flamboyantly ignorant on the outside while a bustle of activity takes place inside me wondering what people really really think about me.

which is like sad of course.

I wonder when i would ever let go of all baggages and step out of the house like I own the world.

Describing Singcam project as, life-sapping, mother fuckingly draining would be like saying Mr. Yap is a little bare on the crown --That is to say, the understatement of the year. 8 hours. 8 friggin hours, from 5.30pm till 2am. Now we noe where Spielberg got his tummy from. The stress would turn anyone into a mini Blue Whale on legs.

Or a Xia Xue sporting a beard.

Oh Come Hither Spain. I so cannot wait for September the 21st.

Update

She stared deep into water, listening in darkness, as the lights glistened and shone through an open window on her naked wet skin.

idly, she stirred the water with her fingers, watching the ripples blossom and wither as it stretched as far as it could go, never reaching the white enamel. The night was quiet, and she was used to the feeling of surprise that she was still alive as her heartbeat thumped in her ears.

She understood that it was gratefulness that should have been the one to fill her heart instead of the empty coldness that lodged deep, like a stubborn prick that refuses to be extracted. What she didnt understand was why.

She closed her eyes, and fall back into the endless montone she wished death could save her from.


where's my you jump I jump?

Damn its finished T-T

I wouldnt spoil it for anyone , BUT HARRY POTTER 7 WAS GREEEAAAAAT!!!.

The book anyway.

Daniel Radcliffe is slowly turning into a frog.

How long can u emo anyway?

A guy can only be emo for so long.

Its time to be big blonde boobies cheerleader mini skirt swinging rah-rah everyone y'all!!~

*shake it shake it*

and I blame BMR for eating up my brain to post an entry as rubbish as this one.

The end of yet another.

We wake up, we go about our day, we sleep. Some of us wish the day we just had wouldnt end- others pray for a better day when they open their eyes the next day. And then there are the rest of us who wish we wouldnt have to wake up at all.

Im kind of tired of this living business. And im not saying this from the point of someone on the edge of suicidalness because I have a good life. Probably better then most anyway. But sometimes the monotone of an endless cycle of sameness makes me wonder if everything would still remain the same 10 years later.

We fight for our dreams. We meet new people who bring us many different roads to lead our lives down its lanes. Some of us get lost sometimes. Some of us walk down its lanes blindly only to realise that it doesnt acually lead to anywhere at all- Trapped in a limbo with nowhere to exit. Thats how I have been feeling lately.

And everything doesnt actually turn out for the best eventually because all the tiny changes in the process down the lane changes all of us to a certain extent whether we like it or not. Changes are good. Well so they say anyway.

Im just so tired.

Amazing something as fragile as life that could be snuffed out in a second could create such an impact on all of us.

Ishi

It literally takes the breath out of you when someone you know and respect suddenly disappears from the surface of the earth without notice.

A life, so full to bursting point could just turn into thin air in a second when you just stop taking a moment's notice for one freaking moment. I don't understand. He can't be gone. There was so much of him that its not logically possible for death to fully turn him into nothingness. He's got to be somewhere.

But the fact is, he is gone. And I'm lost.

Its almost a joke to think that he would never teach me or anyone else dance again. Because he always does. Every Monday Tuesday and Thursday without fail. And nobody ever feared that something so good would stop because it just can't. There isnt a logical reason to explain it.

The laughter all of us shared. The special way he shakes his butt during warm ups that got all us smiling wryingly from behind. The way he never puts anyone down ever. The magical way he puts my gloom away every Thursday after a long day at school when I have to suffer 4 hours of singcam trapped in a room full of stupid bitches and a lard in human form when I enter his class.

The way he always tell us never to give up.

And its all gone now. and nothing would ever be the same again. Not like it matters anyway. Because my life is alrd on auto pilot mode until i decide what to do next.

where are you???