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Friday, October 3

Lead Sails Paper Anchor.



Fuck.
There's this stupid teacher,
just because she smelt somebody smoking and we were there.
Then she said we smoke.
Then Daryl seating beside me,
Why he never kena, only me and Karthik?
Then we go liao,
Done breathalyzer test, confirmed we never smoke. -.-
And what in the fucking end we get?
We fucking wasted one hour of my fucking classroom time.
WHICH IS MEANT FOR REVISION.
Then Mr Cho said, (my pe teacher)
It all boils down to your appearance and your reputation.
If you happen to be named Osama Bin Laden and you carry a small square bag into the American embassy,
what will people think of you?
Terrorist!
But what if the bag is only your camera?
But still, so what if I have a notorious reputation.
Haven't I proved myself enough?
Am I not trying my best to prove that I am not like the past?
Now great, you're on my target list bitch.

Whatever.
Maths test was fucking hard.
I tried my best and I know I'm not going to do well.
Shit.
I'm flustered when I get the paper.
Well. Pray, hope and wait?
Chemistry was average.
But the questions are tricky.
Ohwell.

I'm busy till I can drop dead anytime. -.-
FUCK.
I don't even have time to relax.
Only now.
FUCK.

Monday's Geography.
I'll have to study four topics.
Wow.
I'll start tomorrow.
Then friday's gonna be the day I'll play like never before.
LOL.

We're thinking to go Marina Square.
Or Vivo.
But most probably Marina Square as we can watch movie, play pool and bowling.
Lol.

I've stumbled onto this website.
LOL.
It's quite interesting.
It's here.

Thought abit about it.
Andrew said that he's got a feeling that my brother will become like me.
I know.
He's like,
Wanting to keep his hair like mine,
Giving those fucked attitude and stuffs.
Blasting music already.
Well, he's playing techno.
Which I don't like at all. -.-
But the point is,
I don't want him to end up like me,
I don't want him to smoke.
I don't want him to get into trouble with the law.
I don't want him to end up being stereotyped like me.
Fucking people don't really see that you are changing or what fuck.
So long as you are wrong before,
You are always wrong.
Gay bitches.

And I seriously wanna go back to church.
LMAO.
But the thought of it, (the people there)
makes me really think twice.
I don't know eh.
Should I or shouldn't I?

And if you are stupid enough to not notice it.
I've limited my post to one only and I changed blogskin.
HAHAHA.
YES SO FUCK YOU.
YESSSSSSS.
Lol. -.-

Atreyu.
Song's titled Blow.
I love their album's name.
Lead Sails Paper Anchor.
It's only a song, no videos.
But it still rocks. :D

5:08 PM