take all your jabs and taunts.

okay, maybe i'm just being too materialistic.

it's weird to blog with someone behind you okay. i just can't do it. i mean, blogging is very public, but then again, it's a very private hobby. it's awesome that way (:

speaking of awesome, the first few hours of this day have not been awesome. i failed 2 stations, i don't know what's wrong with me. i just can't do anything. something comes up, and then i just fail. i'm too fat. what's the point anyway. okay, yes, it's my fault for eating too bloody much and slacking around.

pissed off about the chelsea match too.idiot.bosingwa is useless.

that was jordan.

anyway, to continue. i mean, i think chelsea should win the 2nd leg, so no problems there. even if they don't, it's not the end of the world.

it's not the end of the world.

so even if i fail napfa, and i'm going to die in ns, it's not the end of the world. I guess what i'm really pissed at is just that i can't do anything well. i sample everything, but i'm not particularly good in anything. hai. then i feel like everyone around me is suaning me, but they're not doing it on purpose. then i get mad and scream at them and it's all my fault because i'm a lousy person.

sorry to everyone i screamed at today. i mean, that conversation with jookee went a bit like this.

me : hi

him : hi, how many points you got?

me : erm...i failed 2 stations. 8, 9?

him : oh, you know, i got 23. 23!

me : oh, hell yes, you got 23! f*** off.

random kids behind us : hi! hi! hi! hi!

me : SHUT UP!

yes, that's how bad it was. but now i'm okay i guess. now i'm hungry. wtheck. nevermind. it's time to play fifa.