Wednesday, April 13, 2005

[If I could I would do all of this again, travel back in time with you, to where this all began.... We could hide inside ourselves and leave the world behind......and make believe there's something left to find....] Miles Apart - Yellowcard - Ocean Avenue


Unearthed this relic from the dirt......it was stupidly lame and unentertaining. What a bad find.


I don't know whether I should go on with this blog.

Nobody reads the shit I write.....

Nobody cares about this piece of filth no more....

The tagboard is always filled with bad comments from anonymous bitchasses.

Besides that, almost nobody tags.....with the exception of Denise Yang (Thanks, girl)

Should I remove it? It's a waste of space after all.

Fuck it.

Very annoyed with life and how things are going.
It's getting exceedingly repetitive, it's always the same things.
What the heck is going on....
Everything I loved is gone.

What is wrong with me?
Everything's always wrong.
I don't feel good anymore.
Life's just isn't the same as the old days.

2/8. The best class I've been in.
Yes, it has been mentioned a few million times.
Many months have passed, and I still miss it.
I regret being a shit in 2/8.
I want to be part of it, once again.


To summarise today, let's skip the boring lessons.

At the end of school, there was some sort of workshop...."Mastering Your Learning Techniques".....me and Aaron went back to our respective homes to get our bikes.....in the end, we were quite late....

The person who took us was called "Coach Cindy." She was very loud......but was loud as in the "young woman" loud.....not the old lady kind of loud you hear at wet markets these days. The whole thing wasn't boring at all. In fact, she went through everything clearly and it was over in a short 2 hours. Good luck to those who haven't gone for it.

I'm sorry for the lack of excitement in my blog lately. My life is not lively....not like in the Sec 2 days. There's nothing I can talk about at all......I doubt my blog has readers.....1 or 2 and they leave. For you, the person reading this, I appreciate your effort to see this lame excuse for a blog. Thank you. YOUR PATRONIZATION IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. BLESS YOU, CHILD.

>Whine, groan, complain, bitchin' around.....that's me now. I'm struggling to get my sense of humour back. Help me.<