i think the songs Syahidah's sending me seem to suit my mood more than any other frikking song in my itunes.

want to die,
im suffering from weird moods today.

like, i was laughing when i got back my U math paper.
AND I FRIKKING HI-5 ANDREW. i bet he was the one who influenced me not to be upset. and i got strangely excited/elated/relieved/comforted and all kinds of feelings when syahidah got back her paper cause she like, frikking passed WELL
what the HECK is WRONG with me. i was like squealing and hugging her and bouncing on the floor all at the same time, which is probably unsightly to all the people around me. but bleh, dont care!

and i felt a strange sense of connection to my father's old, aging rusty stapler when i was using it to staple the WR. because it reminds me of how i slammed it against the wall because the staples refuse to budge inside, like say, about 9 or 10 years ago? when i was trying to staple my math paper, 9 or 10 years ago.
SEE HOW LONG THAT FREAKISH SUBJECT HAUNTED ME

i was horrid and violent since young, i'll admit it before u try to conclude anything in ur nasty brain.

OH I TELL U PEACHES AND THE KNOWLEDGE OF SEX FRIKKING SAVE MY LIFE FOR LITERATURE. Miss Kwok The Great is always right, sex in literature is NEVER wrong.
here is the tribute i owe you man. GO PEACHES!

im actually secretly disappointed with my art results.
BUT, its not a secret anymore. its an opened fact that im disappointed with my art results. haha.

AIYAH WADEVER LA, I PROMOTE CAN ALREADY
see you next year ah, see you! *shakes hand*