oh well.
so much has happened recently.
i'm falling sick.
flu and sore throat.
i'm supposed to do my dreamweaver project.
i haven't taken any photos yet.
will do that tonight.
we're chillin' with break force crew tonight.
7 at tamp.
seriously.
i dunno who's going.
me.
yuxuan.
maybe a tat?
i dunno.
anyway...
hui lin's crew broke up yesterday.
she got an sms while we were playing enfo.
all of them decided to quit at the same time.
cock-eye.
fucked-up-pizza-face.
jenna.
all of them.
lols.
so i suppose she'll be setting up a new crew.
honestly.
the people were fucked up.
just like me, innit?
i seriously wonder who doesnt have a fucked up piece of bullcrap in life now.
oh yeah.
nic.
LOL.
fuckin' mr. popular is too pc to be fucked up.
he plays mr nice guy all the time, eh?
no. seriously.
nic's turning popular now.
so its my moral right to hate the popular part of him.
i've noticed this for quite a while already.
yuxuan's right.
there are people who strive to be popular and revell in it. (like nic, or adam)
and there are people who dont care, but are popular anyway (like kurt cobain.)
sometimes i dont like the mr nice guy side of nic.
the side of him gals think is cute.
which is precisely why i didn't hang with him in sec sch.
most of my friends were social outcasts.
yep. yuxuan used to be a nerd.
william was a feak with no muscles.
i used to be stronger than the both of them.
i hated nic's friends.
so by extension, i hated nic.
i hated all of them.
because they were mostly of the popular crowd.
guess what?
freaks are cool (rmb this, willie boy?)
.
.
.
anyway.
i dont really feel like saying much more.
so that it for now.
here's the song i'm listening to now.
its about how every1 strives to look like what they cant be.
to be hopelessly underweight.
diet cults. endless popping of diet pills.
This is the end. for you, my friend.

Anti-Flag
This Is The End (For You My Friend)

Seems every station on the TV
is selling something no one can be
If every page was torn from the magazine
would cash still drive the media machine?
The products, damage and pursuit are endless
identity can leave you selfless

We will not witness this anymore
This is the end for you my friend
I can't forgive, I won't forget
on and on, we sing our songs and
on and on, the wars wage on and
on and on, we sing our songs for more
for more

Your eyes are open but you can't see
your mouth is moving but you don't speak
a blitzkrieg of images to break your will
I hope you choke on every pill