And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how






i am not satisfied with what i've done today.
i didnt complete the math homework
because i am out of graph papers.
i didnt complete my malay homework
because some unknown force refuses to let me near it.
(maybe it's because we've done
the comprehension bit of the paper before
gah zany! excusessss!)


i didnt completely cover Reproduction in Humans and Heredity
for the biology test tomorrow
because i cant seem to get
the menstrual cycle through my 2571473kilometres thick skull.
i am a downright disgrace to womankind. )=






dear god, the only thing i ask of you is
to make this perturbingly hideous ultra-humongous pimple
be gone from my face in 1, 2, 3
before it explodes and the whole nation
would be covered from head to toe with PIMPLE JUICE!!!!





... it's not working. )=
my pimple's still here!!!!!
Oxy has failed me for the very first time.
i am utterly disappointed in my investment.
)=
*deep sigh*






dear kind and unblemished readers,
i advise you to not feel obliged
to do anything that is beyond your own will.
that goes to me and jvcbananas too.
i assure you, i am putting my foot down,
no matter what the outcome of tomorrow's meeting is.


and dear readers again,
i insist you ban any puchases
of a certain invention called
"Magic Relighting Candles" or anything that sounds similar.
trust me.




oh and by the way,
have i mentioned my experience
with a certain substitute teacher?
i wont name names but i swear,
he was such a pain in the arse.
talk about MALES thundering towards the menopause. -___-

Zany: *doing some work*
Teacher: (not to anyone in particular) so, how was your test?
Audrey: it was okay.
Teacher: hello, i ask how was your test.
Audrey: OKAY!!!!
Teacher: hello?! im talking to you!
Zany: *looks up* huh? me?
Teacher: yah you.
Zany: she answered what!
Teacher: how was it?
Zany: it was okay!
Teacher: ah, i want to see how stuck-up you are.

i shall ignore this particular teacher's
future attempts to start conversations with me.
because i am a stuck-up bitch and all. psh.




and i am contemplating whether or not
i should actually reply tags.
i have no idea why
i put up a tagboard in the first place.
oh, i know why!
cause its magic





ps. my brother was reading 5-Minute Dinosaur Tales for Bedtime during dinner.
how cute