WHAT'S LAMBADA IS IT FISH OR ANIMAL OR BIRD.
its two am. wow. :D. time's going really really fast. term three's coming. so soon. whatever. best get it over and done with. this time i really need to focus on my studies already. though i see no use in frigging algebra, but whatever, i'll do it if i must. i'll have to stop sleeping so late and everything. and i'll probably miss the twice-thrice a week guitar practises. D: i cant see meimei so often. boo-hoo. don't laugh, 'cause i've read somewhere before that blogs help release feelings, so there. and i dont care if no one reads or tags. so go on and give me the cold shoulder. maybe i shan't hyper when school reopens, if i can manage that. maybe i'll study better. ohmy. what am i turning into? studying studying. oh my indeed. seriously, guitar practise days are always kinda fun. at least there's someone to lame with. someone to crap with me. at least sometimes i can gloat (like today) when my scores are easier than the others'. i used to want to be a dancer. then an author, then an artist. then a designer. and now, i wish to be a freelance musician or hairstylist. talk about fickle-minded. i dont care what kind of life i live, as long as i can say that i've had my fun. next year, maybe i'd drop. but if, just if my year-end results are spectacular, i'd go on to 2a or something. but then i'd most probably be dropping, down down down. good. some self reflection at last. i cant fail math anymore. im afraid of getting expelled. am i? maybe not that much. maybe only a little. only because of what my parents will think of me, and probably for the loss of the guitar sessions too. those moodswings are getting weirder and much more voilent now. i mean, i can be like, on high, then a sudden thought or comment can like, throw me onto the floor again. damn. i miss those post-PSLE days. if only i went to dunman sec instead. i probably wont be like that. i probably wont fail math, i probably wont be labelled "potential bad child" already. i dont want this label. ive been meow ever since primary what.. six? maybe meow's here to stay. and there's no one i can really talk to now, maybe i should have gone with my friends instead. oh look, meow's having another moodswing. and no one will read this, my words shall lie in the dust like all those pretty flowers. i shall go to bed now. good morning.
not a word, not a word.