My head is pounding like some bass drum.
And it hurts like everything. Owwww... ):

I think I'm coming down with something, damn.
My nose kept running for 2 days already, and I sense a sore throat setting in.

OH DAMMIT.

Me has CHINESE O LEVELS ORALS TOMORROW, tell me I'm dead or not?
Sigh...-uh, I mean, *cough*

I haven't done ANY revision, whatsoever. But, I'm not too optimistic about being able to utter a single word tomorrow. Pray everything goes right.

*

Y'know what?

Just now, not too long ago, I retrieved my awesome guitar (a.k.a., the only other portable musical instrument I own other than dumb recorders and the keyboard which is currently rotting at my mum's home. Was supposed to bring it over to practice piano, but ah, shit happens.) from where I keep it behind my study table.

Originally, I wanted to play around with it for a little while, just to satisfy my sudden weird craving to pluck at strings. Hehheh :D

Until I saw this.

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I quickly put the guitar back. This kid is awesome.

NO SHIT MAN.

I played it 3 times over and over and over, and didn't get tired of listening to him play, ever.
This is for people who haven't heard what GOOD is, yet.

NEED MORE TALENTS LIKE HIM!
(not to mention super cute kid also, hhaha xD)



"She's just a girl who
says that I am the one,
but the kid is not my son!"

Wonderful.

*

The teachers were all fantastic today. Now in my school diary, the homework space allotted for a single day is filled to past it's capacity.
How nice!

Which also means that, yeah, I'd better get back to homework.

But, haiyah. Wait la.

HAHAHAHHA darling sister dearest is so cute. Everytime she turns on her headphones, the volume goes way way way loud. Then whenever I try to talk to her, she'll shout at me her every answer cause even she can't hear herself, HAHHAHAHAHAA.

Shit I think I caught something from... sunday. *cough cough, sneeze, cough again*
omg mixed feelings hahahaha.

I really want to describe something, but I can't put the right words across to make it sound like how it really is.
...
Maybe I should just do it justice and don't even bother trying at all. Because whatever I'm going to write, it will be tonnes and tonnes of times an understatement as related to reality.
Bleargh.


I'm tired of superficial people.

*

"Fog, fog, fog, and more fog.

It's what I see as I glance out the window,

A little less than unaware of the heat within the room.

I hear thunder crash and the storm rolls over.

I remember shrugging, and running my finger over the misted glass.

A hand snakes up to capture mine,

And winds it round his waist.

I'm so sunk in you, I'm immersed."