Down down up.

Sometimes I wonder why I actually exist on the planet. I don't know if what I did on Friday was right or wrong, making everyone unhappy. I don't want to argue whether the rest of Coy 2 were considering how I felt instead of the formation. That is, if the formation is like, singlish, not pairish or if we were doing like Coy 1, WOULD I STILL BE NEEDED?

The answer is highly (95%) no. It's all about the formation, isn't it? The pompoms suck, and I don't know what the heck. I just feel like a completely confused dummy who can't post sometehing happy.

I don't want to point out who's right or who's wrong. I can't see from your point of view. To you, the formation is everything. To me, I'm everything. The dance is everything. Not the formation.

Whatever. I never really danced nice anyway.

Anyways, I went to Kuo Chuan yesterday (NOW I MUST STATE IT WAS DUE TO PRESSURE AND NOT FOR MYSELF, WHICH REALLY WASN'T WHAT I INTENDED TO DO). Still, I had fun. I don't know, it's hard to explain, esp. since you went there because of a formation and some pressurising and probrably only 10% for yourself and 5% for the fun.

I don't know whether to say if I hope we get in or not. I'm FULLY STRESSED OUT. I hope Coy 1 gets in. (tee hee, evil mee) I mean, they only need to practice like, a few times and they can perform. And the script is really nice, with a lot of meaning.

Anyways, J8 ROCKED. I was there window shopping, and I couldn't buy anything so I promised myself to SAVE UP. I'm going on a shopping spree someday.

Sorry sining.
Sorry michelle.
Thanks michelle, jingting and szehong.

I know I'm disappointing.

Anyways, no matter who was right or wrong...

Sorry Coy 2.

I'm quite glad I went, though not 100% sure.
Maybe it's J8.
Maybe I didn't want to regret it.

Oh poo.

Oh poo.

We're currently (Coy 2) sitting in the Comp Lab watching Bring It On, making pompoms and typing all at the same time. Ha-ha.

I feel that by each day the teachers seem to hate me MORE AND MORE AND MORE. That I can understand. If I were a teacher I'll hate myself somewhat similiarly too.

Seriously, MY MOUTH IS FAR TOO BIG FOR MY OWN GOOD. I'M NEVER ever GOING FOR ANOTHER SEC 2 DANCE MEETING OR WHATEVER CRAP MEETINGS THAT WILL LAND ME IN HOT SOUP. I sure hope you actually rejoice.

Oh, please do clap. Isn't it fun?

Bibbity Bobbity Poo

BUAW-
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HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

OHMYGA-WASH. >.>

Am I under stress?

OHMYGA-WASH. (0.0)

I hate cyan.

OHMYCAR-WARSH.

Okay, it's SO obvious that I'm crapping. Yeoman was nice. I wish I was a Sec 2 again so I can just slack and give food during Yeoman and I don't have to tell them what to do so that they think I am a bad senior. ga-wash.

You know when you look back at your archives, you have that funny feeling. Like, why did I type this?

Argh, didn't come online these days...no time lar@! Got a million assesments to do leh!

o_O. lar plus @ plus leh.

*grabs miches leg* UPDATE!!!! UPDATE YOUR BLOG PLUWHESSEE!!! I just can't help it - i'm seeing the same old layout, same old thing again.

Erm. *sweatdrop*

Hey I didn't plan not to post for like, two dys or something, just didn't have the time...you know *winks*.

Who cares whether you post or not? -_-"

Mich ^________^, Lydia (keeps the doctor away) & Becky (Miss Singa Award Nominee) came to mi house on Monday :D

OhGAWASH. Lydia came to my house with Michelle and Becky? That was SO yesterday. ^^ But it's nice to look back and think of the happy times we had together.

Ok, you all got to check this site out. It's mean girls, the movie now shown in the us but not in singapore. good movies just come sooooo slow. *sighes*http://meangirls.com/

And in the end, I didn't even watch it. O_O;;

Oh great. Someone hacked mi account. And now coz i lost my password I can't have any access to it. That's so great. And I failed my English. This whole day is so great.

O.o Shortest post ever made.

I WANT TO WRITE TO HER, BUT I CAN'T. LIKE...WHY IS THERE SOMETHING HOLDIN ME BACK?

You want to write to her than write lar! Siao~

I shall now create the longest word in the word.

Whatcrapareyousayingyourenotmaking-
anysensereversethefactthatimapeanut-
butter (n)

pronounced as: wha-ter

1. Wafer.
2. Sensible.
3. Nonsense.

Sometimes I wish I can analyze myself inside out without being biased. Then I can know what and why people think like that. Why they can see things I can't.

I feel like washing my hands off everything. I hope everyone rejoices because of that. No matter how hard I try, people don't see that I'm trying. No matter how hard I try, I can't please anyone.

Sure, I'm not the I-C. I shouldn't even be talking, much less projecting my voice to get my point across. It's my fault, really. I don't want to argue with anyone any further. I don't want to be more miserable by analyzing. I just wish I could look at things from other's point of view and that he or she can do the same.

Oh, but I forgot.

The world isn't like that.

Just pretend that I didn't say anything.

WASHING her hands off everything.