that's how i feel now.
i hate myself.
i eat too much. it's like, i get hungry too fast. it's not normal right. then when i exercise, i don't burn much fats off. it's hopeless.
and what's with the weather? specifically, the sun. i mean, why the heck does it have to be shining like 209% all the time. doesn't it need to rest.
sheesh.
i did geog then english, both done but i feel they're both crappy. and i think i'll get the geog teacher to pass me a class list. i think it's the easier way.
and oral tommorow. it'll probably screw up asd[prtja[0m w]-w whow the bloody hell do you spel.ll tmr.
sorry.
i hate weekends.
i want 207. i don't want this. it's too different, too foreign.
i'm going to die for pe tmr again. per normal. he'll probably be like, okay class, it's time to run! and then i'll die after like 400m. oh it's so natural. other people can go like 2+ km without stopping, why can't i?
why. that's the question isn't it. i eat too much i think. that's the problem. but i can't stop myself. maybe i shall trap myself in some glass box and abstain from food. i realise i don't feel guilty on weekdays, cos i only take 2 meals. but weekends...die.
world cup soon, wonder what will happen. aiya, heck, it doesn't affect my life.
but i still care. it's strange huh.
it's my dad's birthday today btw. and it's stupid, i felt like i have nothing to do and it's super hot. and somemore cant play soccer in the house cos of some bitch --. so play in room. stupid right. then sweat. more stupid. and we're like supposed to go downstairs and play soon. but it's nearly seven. fine not nearly. then my parents just randomly go out and dad wants to go to IMM for dinner so they do that and abandon the rest of us. frankly, at this point, i don't really care what's for dinner anymore./ weekdays are better, there's emotions. doing nothing triggers bad emotions. and hatred all over the place. and it's warm.
then my internet died at like noon so i was like using the com stupidly without internet. i dont know how i managed it, dunno what i was doing. shit.
well, at least i can skip math tmr. don't have to listen to chia. on the other hand, he's teaching inverse functions which i need to do q4 of assn.
it goes on and on and on.
the journey version isn't as nice as the glee one. actually the family guy one is nicer. i know, big surprise.
it's always better when amateurs sing. the glee one is too messy. too many words.
haha my first sms today is from voice mail. i used to sms loads last time. now i wonder how people do it...it's mentally exhausting.
just some comics which you don't find funny.
and, a word of advice, you don't want to be like this guy. unless you're the sort with no fear. not like me, cos i'm afraid of heights and i don't like the feeling of falling. i've experienced it before, in dreams and during my swimming test. but second one's like 3m only. still it's scary. but that one's heck, just jump. and the dream one's counted okay, idc what you say. it feels so real.
so yeah.
i am so looking forward to december.
oh whenever the next ice age is.
no, i'm only kidding. but you don't get my humour, do you.
oh, and does anyone think frank lampard and miroslav klose look similar?
no? maybe it's just me.
i couldn't fit them together ==.
ooh the text's purple.
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