Wednesday, May 30, 2007
♥ Wednesday, May 30, 2007
I found this amusing. From Fran's blog.
Name 12 people randomly;
1) Bucket
2) April
3) Simmy
4) Pris
5) Fran
6) Kris
7) Sara
8) L.K
9) Bryan!
10) Yingting
11) Daniel
12) Koko
1. What if #07 fall in love with you? [Sara)
Aw Sara don't you just love me!
2. What if #01 say out your crush? [Bucket]
Ah? Naw she won't.
3. What if #03 kissed you on the cheeks? [Simmy]
HAHAHA! Cannot imagine!
4. What would you do if #09 ask you to be his/her stead? [Bryan]
HAHAHA not very possible! Bryan dear boy is younger than my BROTHER!
5. What would you do if #12 backstab you? [Koko]
Already done.
6. What would you do if #02 loves you? [April]
April loves me already right April right?
7. What would you do if #11 is your secret admirer? [Daniel]
HAHAHAHAHA NOT VERY POSSIBLE. Good friend eh.
8. What would you do if #10 killed your parents? [Yingting]
Oh my God Ying Ting you die!
9. What would you do if #06 asked you out on a date? [Kris]
WOULD GLADLY ACCEPT. HAHA.
10. what would you do if #08 stole your boyfriend? [L.K]
HAHA L.K YOU ARE GAY!
11. what would you do if #04 want to cha cha with you? [Pris]
WE ALREADY MUMBA-ED. I think.
12. what would you do if #05 destroys your day? [Fran]
HAHA SIMM. Naw won't.
Oh amusing.
♥ Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Three days in Jakarta I've bummed away. However got new stuff;
1) Contact lenses
Yay! Still have to slowly learn to put on and take off since hard lenses were different but coping well (hopefully). Spent twenty minutes taking them off last night. Hoho.
2) Haircut
Am going to cut my hair after my brother comes back from school.
3) Coffee Break
New computer game at three bucks! Ahahahahahah! Am addicted.
And by June end I will get;
1) School bag
Am planning to shop like hell when reached US. Am roadtripping to every factory outlet there is, e.g Timberland/ Sketchers shops at Barstow on the way to LA.
2) Sunglasses
With contacts am going to buy blue/brown shades!
3) Chocolate
LOVE SF CHOCOLATES esp the ones with huge caramel chunks. Shit, will gain weight.
4) Lots of other shopping!
Will claim upcoming birthday presents from parents and ten year old brother. Have feeling he will give me candy from the LA disneyland/Sea World, otherwise don't expect anything (most likely).
5) BOOK VOUCHERS
Desperately need vouchers for Borders/Kinokuniya/Harris otherwise any ulu bookstore with Sarah Dessen's books so can achieve self actualisation.
HOHO.
No actually I'm not that high.
Last night dreamt that I was back to playing netball and doing teacher's day duty for Mrs Lee, back to the old days. Missed it a lot and didn't want to wake up but apparently brother crashed dream by refusing to wake up for school. Still nursing hatred. (Kidding)
Anyway, still reminiscing about old days, want desperately to play netball again but mother doesn't allow, will do anything to play competitively again. Used to be on the court where could forget about school and home and play to have fun when coach could scream at us to play with our brains and be void of emotions and be aggressive.
Usually he's kidding.
Want to own a redbluewhite netball so can play anytime and want guitar to move to tuesday friday so mondays can be free to go back to rv to watch juniors play and infamous new extra coach who yells at shooters (more likely play myself). Also wish for security guards to vanish so can go into rv freely, stupid to have to fix appointment when going back to alma mater/ have any work or reasons to official use before being allowed to meet lovely teachers and netballs!
POOF!!!!!!
So many wants! Am writing in weird manner because just remembered Bridget Jones' diary and was very amused by Bridget Jones so reverting back to this format.
But desperately need to play netball again! Want new netball! Believe stamina will greatly improve if join netball as second cca without mother knowing! Also believe not possible to do so. Want to start whining that netball is my life but mother won't take it, I get pissed afterwards.
Ahhhh bloody!
Feel damn deprived of sports/adrenaline. Want to feel adrenaline rushing through and legs dying and knees feeling like 96 again back to the old twelve year old days! Want to play on court with a team beside, to play and win and lose together, to be part of a team. So fulfilling to have a court as a stage to shine in and play until want to die. Though feel like dying still happy and not cry to sleep.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Where has life gone to?
Going to play Coffee break. Afterwards cut hair and then play ball downstairs and run for long long long time. Half hour will be enough. Hopefully. Maybe will do all netball drills seventeen times over, spent four hours with ball shooting and will not leave until shot 200 goals. Love netball love myself!
Monday, May 28, 2007
♥ Monday, May 28, 2007
Nick Whitaker - I Will Be Around (Read it and Weep)
You said your time was running out
You're far from where you wanna be
You're hanging in the lost and found
You're losing touch with everything
And when you need someone to lean on
I will be around
When you think its over
I won't let you down
If your luck runs out
And when it feels like life is holding you down
Whenever you need me
I will be around
Don't worry this won't last forever
You'll be alright better late than never
I will be around
When you think its over
I won't let you down
If your luck runs out
I will be around
When you think its over
I won't let you down
If your luck runs out
And when it feels llike life is holding you down
Whenever you need me
Whenever you need me
I will be around
Nick Whitaker is my inspiration! I have found the book title Jess!
Although he has only one song, but yeah. Nick Whitaker has a hot voice!
Okay bye gotta teach brother chinese.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
♥ Saturday, May 26, 2007
I was just thinking.
What good is education for us, to remember geog or history notes when we're not going to study them? What we should be learning is how the earth might die by 2010, or artificial grass, or inventors, or philosophies of life. That's what we SHOULD be learning, and not, how Singapore was founded or things like that.
What comes out in the end of it all is not whether you got 4.0 for your history myas. It's about whether you can follow your beliefs and respect others and yourself and in the process following life's philosophies to do what we ought to do, what we want to achieve in the end. Maybe we just have to accept how other people to things because everyone is different, and everyone plays a different role. If everyone were engineers, then why not call the world a machine? Since everyone is the same, money is no longer of value. Because we can do the stuff ourselves.
Life is about appreciating others. It's about respecting others' talents and skills, because that's what makes us different from one another. And being different with another is the best thing that you can ever realise.
♥ Saturday, May 26, 2007
Top Ten Reasons Why Singaporeans Commit Suicide; (Purely fictional. Any person resembling characters are completely coincidental)
1) Lack of taxi flow in Ngee Ann City.
2) Unfilled bookshelves of Sarah Dessen books because they are sold out everywhere.
3) Not being able to find a suitable nice simple yet beautiful blogskin.
4) Phones not being able to receive signal even though they are on open field.
5) Bladder desperation at Orchard toilets.
6) Esprit sales and its (naturally very slow) fitting room queues.
7) The heat.
8) Exorbitant prices of luggages, baby shoes and children's clothes.
9) Six hours of shopping wearing heels.
10) Queues at food courts.
I could go on and on and on.
Top Ten Tips For City-Shoppers;
1) Sip bubble tea slowly when knowing that you are going to queue at Esprit during the Great Singapore Sale.
2) Hire a chauffeur for a day. Alternatively own a pelican with a beak large enough to store all your shopping goods without getting them wet.
3) Do NOT wear heels.
4) Bring at least a thousand dollars when you know that you are going to cross Wisma/Taka/Paragon.
5) Eat sea-sickness medicine before shopping.
6) Bring your own potty.
7) DO NOT GO TO NGEE ANN CITY/ VIVOCITY.
8) Go shopping only when you are ponning school, i.e school hours during school days.
9) Go to an ulu bookstore when looking for bestsellers to spend money on.
10) Buy a cab.
Also;
Top Ten No-nos during Birthday Month;
1) Bring aunt to city.
2) Attempt to fly with a red polka dotted umbrella.
3) Go shopping. You'll want everything.
4) Wear winnie the pooh watches.
5) Attempt to buy gifts for cousins younger than you by 5 years. (You'll end up at the Winx department)
6) Buy luggages personally. After seeing the price tag you freak out.
7) Go to breadtalk.
8) Drink herbal tea.
9) Go bowling.
10) Play guitar. (However rule going to be severely violated)
Out.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
♥ Tuesday, May 22, 2007
What I'm writing today is going to be boring.
My gram suffered a stroke one day before Chinese New Year this year. She was in the car sending food everywhere until our driver found her speech slurred and her strength gone. He then took off her shoes and rushed her to my uncle's house. They left for the hospital after that.
I was in charge of contacting my mom. I was at my uncle's house when the driver came by, and he couldn't get my mom on the phone. He was screaming for my aunt to hurry up, hurry up, but no one would tell me what happened. So I just called my mom and told her that they were at the hospital. I got really scared. I was the oldest kid in the family, and next in line back in Jakarta was my brother, who I suppose wouldn't understand a single thing that's going on.
So I was stuck there with two spoiled brats who were playing computer games while I was feeling like a tree who was gonna get deforested. It was a feeling I can't describe - anxiety, probably. But it's not right it.
That night my mom came to sleep in my uncle's house (he has a bungalow) as the hospital was just in that complex and it would be easier to see my gram and take care of her. It was from her that I found out.
My gram was in the ICU for four days. My mom finally took me there on the last day, since the age limit to enter the ICU was 12 and none of my other cousins in Jakarta then were over 12. As I approached her I felt my heart breaking. She was not the gram I used to know. It was hard to believe that the fragile little old lady lying in the bed was my grandmother. The same one who woke up at five every morning to go walk in the park for an hour, who could shop for two. It didn't seem right, but it was real. I wanted to cry but I didn't want her nor my mom to see me cry and so I stuck through ten minutes there talking to her, holding back my tears. I told myself to stone my heart just for those ten minutes. After that I could cry like I want to.
After ten minutes I went out and ran into the toilet. I hid there for five minutes where I tried to practice silent crying but failed so miserably. No one suspected a thing, though, and I was relieved. I could resume being me again, who didn't seem to worry at all, or whatever I was in their eyes.
One night my mom told me that my brother cried when he heard about my grandmother. I didn't say anything. I don't think I was gonna let out the secret.
Sometimes my mom lectures me for not paying attention to other people. She says I only care about myself and my friends and my grades and she says grades are not all that important and what I really need to do is to care more for the people around me. But she doesn't understand. She doesn't know that I cry everytime I think about my grandmother lying there on the bed in the ICU that day. She doesn't know that I want to but it's just that I don't do it because everytime I'm going to help someone else does first, right before my eyes. She doesn't know that I'm going through what she's going through. She thinks I'm a beast without feelings whatsoever.
She doesn't understand the reason why I cry at night. She doesn't understand, she thinks it's school, school, school, as if all I care about is school. I don't. I don't really give a damn about school, if she finally sees, and if given a choice I would rather live by the countryside and enjoy the love, the morning breeze and the trees and fields and my most loves - horses, nature, a friend. I don't really give a damn about school. Really. I don't cry for grades at all.
Sometimes I just want to tell my mom everything that's bothering me but I don't. Because she can see me in whatever way she wants to see me, if she believes she knows me enough. All I want to do is just not to cry in front of her. I want to give her support, to be the strongest person.
Perhaps that's why I expect so much of friends. I know it's not fair but when your family life is all screwed you'll understand why. I know, as Lucy thinks, we shouldn't expect much of people because we'll get disappointed in the end. It's more practical to rely on your family, or yourself - but I can't count on both. That's eventually what drives me crazy. I can't count on anyone. It's sad, but it's real.
So I prefer being misunderstood. I prefer when my mom or gram thinks that I'm unfeeling, or cold, or whatever. I'd rather have them think that than ask for sympathy and be the Kid Who Doesn't Care. I don't mind what they think me out to be and somehow that isn't acceptable in the family, or the society, or wherever. I don't want to put on a show and go, Oh You Poor Thing Don't You Feel Sad And Tired. Whatever I say comes from me, and I'm not thinking of changing that.
Even if my mom tells me about my brother crying for my grandmother and expects me to say something too.
I will graciously cry in silence and leave without attachments.
Monday, May 21, 2007
♥ Monday, May 21, 2007
I did the colourgenics again.
You are a very emotional and sensitive individual. Your life and love of life is dominated by your emotions - you have great feeling towards your fellow man and you are always full of enthusiasm but be careful, you tend to let your heart rule your head and this being so, you could be easily hurt - as perhaps you may have indeed been hurt in the past.
You are working extremely hard trying to improve your image. You need for those people in positions that matter to recognise your potential and to acknowledge you.
You are very demanding - and insisting on total involvement but you do not reciprocate with the same depth of feeling. However, it could well be that maybe an unprecedented surprise is awaiting you in the near future. For just as one whilst paddling in the sea, could flounder into a whirlpool, so you may be drawn into a loving situation that has high emotional demands - and you could well respond with a depth of emotion that you never even dreamed that you possessed.
Matters have not gone well for you. You are experiencing severe stress trying to guard yourself from further disappointments. It would seem that all of your hopes and dreams have not been realised and you are now beginning to doubt yourself. You no longer wish to be further advised by anyone and you insist on going it alone - to control your own destiny. Even though deep down you doubt whether things will get better in the future you have one consolation - and that is that they couldn't possibly get worse. Unwilling to give up anything that you possess, you are looking for some sort of security as a protection against any further setback or loss of position and prestige. You are so negative that you tend to exaggerate your problems and refuse to accept any advice from so called well-meaning friends.
Disappointment and the fear that there is no point in formulating fresh goals have led to anxiety and you are distressed by the lack of any close and understanding relationships. You feel you are not appreciated by those who matter to you. You are attempting to escape into a world on which you can relax and feel at ease.
Think it's true.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
♥ Sunday, May 20, 2007
I am officially a fervent fan of the new movie Bridge to Terabithia.
And I don't know why.
When I got to the part where (SPOILER, DON'T READ!) Leslie dies, I just started crying. Not many people realise this, but Leslie was the first and only friend Jess had. And he lost her after those few weeks.
I know how that feels. When you're living a life where family can't be counted on and home is not a place you want to go to, and school isn't very promising to be friendly about (no, not personal experience), and you feel as though you're alone in this world. Someone comes along and in a matter of days they change everything and turn things from shit to gold bars, and they let you see things in a completely new and different light, let you realise what's truly important in life. And yet you lose her in a matter of weeks for forever.
That kind of pain is too wincing. It's ao acute, you can cry for days and still have tears to flood the oceans and seas.
Can you imagine? Losing someone you really love, whose smile brightens up your day, whose voice you hear every moment, whose imagination you admire and adopt, whose sadness becomes yours, whose joy you deeply feel. The person you turn around and expect to see, and yet you know that she is gone forever.
The part where I really really (started) screwed my eyes was when he was in terabithia after she died and he heard her voice calling him over and over again. It's like, you know something is gone but yet again you hope that things'd be the same as the past, like Leslie would be there in another corner as he turns around. Just like how it was just a day ago. That hope in his heart and denial at the same time, I don't know what to call it.
The other part was when he saw his dad as some evil lord who was running after him. It's as if that world he shared with Leslie which he badly wants to keep is suddenly diminishing, like his imagination of the evil lord yet seeing reality at the same time that that person was his father. That feeling is like, losing everything you've ever really loved in your life, his imagination. His one and only friend after so many years of being bullied and looked down upon and never paid attention to. One person who could take one look at him and say, there's something about you today.
Oh the part where he was crying was so, so, so heartbreaking.
Plus Josh Hutcherson is going to grow up hot I tell you. :D
I'm still feeling it. I shall go do physics now, though there is nothing to do.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
♥ Saturday, May 19, 2007
I screwed my eyes watching Bridge to Terabithia. (Josh Hutcherson shall grow into a hot young man!)
Yingting was very surprised.
But I could feel it the second his dad told him that she drowned in the creek.
Ah shit I have to go to buy groceries. Come back later.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
♥ Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Very bad breakdown last night.
Mom refused to let me go to school today because of the suspected-to-be-pneumonia-or-tuberculosis-cough and it.
Am going to the hospital later.
This track's up there hosted by radioblogclub. It's called Have You Ever Been In Love. You have to listen to the track to understand why i love it.
In the morning light
Half awake and half asleep
Have you ever laid there thinking
Was it all a dream?
But you reach out and she's there
Every moment, everywhere
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever felt
How far a heart can fall
Have you ever stayed up waiting
For a telephone call
Just to hear her say hello
Cause you miss each other so
Have you ever been in love?
Have there been times to laugh
And times you really want to cry
Finding reasons to believe her
cause you'd die a little if she lied
And when in times of doubt
Have you ever tried to work it out
But still she leaves you wondering
What it's all about
And when she's far away
Have you ever felt the need to stray
And tried and then discovered
It just doesn't pay
Cause with her, you can be true
And with her, you can be you
Have you ever been in love?
Have there been times to laugh
And times you really want to cry
Finding reasons to believe her
Cause you'd die a little if she lied
And when in times of doubt
Have you ever tried to work it out
But still she leaves you wondering
What its all about
And when the night comes down
Can you call your house a home
Do you dream you're still together
And wake up alone
Have you ever been in love
The way that I'm in love
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever been in love?
I'm not in the mood to blog so I'll just leave it at that.
Bye.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
♥ Sunday, May 13, 2007
Back to the old days, Lavigne.
Let me hear you say hey hey hey
Alright
Now let me hear you say hey hey ho
I hate it when a guy doesn't get the door
Even when I told him yesterday and the day before
I hate it when a guy doesn't get the tab
And I have to pull my money out and that looks bad
Where are the hopes, where are the dreams
My Cinderella story scene
When do you think they'll finally see
That you're not not not gonna get any better
You won't won't won't you won't get rid of me never
Like it or not, even though she's a lot like me
We're not the same
And yeah yeah yeah I'm alot to handle
You don't know trouble, I'm a hell of a scandal
Me, I'm a scene, I'm a drama queen
I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen
Alright, alright
Yeah
I hate it when a guy doesn't understand
Why a certain time of month I don't wanna hold his hand
I hate it when they go out, and we stay in
And they come home smelling like their ex girlfriends
I found my hopes, I found my dreams
My Cinderella story scene
Now everybody's gonna see
I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen
♥ Sunday, May 13, 2007
HELLO. I'm in a very good mood after buying two of my long-ago-in-my-list-of-wants cds! So I shall upload pictures from my new E65!
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My 3 year old cousin Catherine!
My other 3-year-old twin cousin Daniel!
Them together in a bus ride.
One of the balloons I bought for their mom (my aunt) for mother's day today! I sent the pic to lucy so I have it :D
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COME ON ADMIT IT THIS IS CUTE.
AHAHAHAHA. Okay well I have to go upload all my songs now so goodbye!
Friday, May 11, 2007
♥ Friday, May 11, 2007
He held her dying pulse in his arms.
The soft slow thudding of her heart, as it tried as hard as it could to find another vein to pump the blood through her stomach where her own knife lay, deeply embedded in her flesh, stopping the blood from flowing all out. Keeping her alive.
He chanted a continuous mantra; his fault, his fault, his fault. His fault.
He could feel it as he held her wrist, holding her cold, cold hands. A golden drop of tear squeezed its way out of his eyes like rain in a drought - he could not remember the last time his eyes had felt so wet - how long ago?
Twenty-six years.
Too long, Greg. Too long. He had not cried the day he plunged a knife into his old man's heart.
Yet it rained for a woman he met this day last year. It took him three hundred days to love her and sixty five days to reject her love. He could not fall for anyone.
He was Greg Cullum. The invincible assassin. Too many enemies to count with the tentacles of a billion octopuses.
He could fly from New Zealand to Canada in an hour. It was impossible, but he did. Just like it was impossible to hold back his tears for twenty-six years.
His fault, his fault, his fault. His fault.
But now it was all coming back to him, and it hurt. So, so much.
He wanted to end her suffering; to take out that knife and dig it into his own heart. He was not strong enough to live without her love.
But - why? Oh why? Why did he not tell her earlier? Sixty five days ago would be enough love to live through his life. Her love amounted more strength than his bulging muscles did.
Oh, how his heart ached.
Why did she have to die today? Why was life so cruel - how much lower could heaven possibly bring him than to make him lose the only woman he had ever loved in his thirty-six years of existence? Why did he wait until she was going to cease breathing to say the three words she had longed to hear from him for the past sixty five days?
Why did he have to love her?
His fault, his fault, his fault. His fault.
He held her hand and lifted it to feel his face, as if she could keep the memory of his features once her heart stopped beating. She followed, feeling the wet skin and his warm lips - oh, how she would miss tracing them with her finger every day. She didn't know if the knife hurt more or the thought of leaving him as she left for another world.
"Nobody else," he broke, "will ever touch me the way you do."
A tear rolled down her pale cheeks, and she gave him a broad grin. Now it was her turn to reminisce; through the three hundred and sixty five days, where he had shielded her from guns, where he had loved her but never once said so, where he had fixed the necklace she broke in the jungle that day last year. She knew he loved her, but he had never once said so.
She betrayed her country for his love.
And yet she would die in his arms under her own knife which she willingly ended her life with. For him to live, she would do anything.
"I love you, Greg," she whispered as she felt the rush of death coming up close. "Forever and ever,"
And then she died in his arms, her body a lifeless buoy, the remnants of the only love he had left for her in his cold, cold, heart. He could not find her pulse. Nothing.
His fault, his fault, his fault. His fault.
The truth stabbed him with its unmerciful blade as it ripped his heart apart and pierced through what was left of his being. Outside, he cried; inside, he bled. He could not live with this guilt, of losing his only love it was.
His fault, his fault, his fault. His fault.
And as he lay her on the rock he picked roses for her bed - red ones, she would not settle for anything less - he said his final goodbye and pulled out that knife stuck in her flesh.
His fault, his fault, his fault. His fault.
And stabbed his once cold heart, feeling the blood rush out of his skin, soaking his shirt, its metal leaking out of that knife and trickling down his body, cleansing him of his sins and his bloodstained hands.
He took one last glance at her and felt warmth in his heart.
His fault, his fault, his fault. His fault.
And then he died, lying there, lifeless.
The great hero, Greg Cullum. That was what he was.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
♥ Sunday, May 06, 2007
Famiies bond. Families fight, families quarrel, families have fun. Families stay together when something happens.
I'll just leave it at that. Families love each other no matter how bad things may seem, but in the end everyone gets together because they lose a person they all love. Families won't fade away in time, families won't despise you. Families love.
Friends too. Friends do the same, but you're not sure if you should put all your faith in friendship because you're scared that it may not last.
But what is forever? There's nothing called forever in this world, there's no forever love, there's no forever in any word. There's no promises in any investment nor anything else that's supposed to be definite, because forever is not forever. Forever may be right now, forever might be tomorrow, forever might be three years. But forever is never forever. There is no forever, and forever has no definition.
Because simply to cherish the moment is forever. Moments are fragments that make up a forever, though not all the moments are good moments. Forever is not how long the time. Forever, instead, is when you cherish every moment and love it just as much.
Because what makes up forever is more important than what forever is.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
♥ Wednesday, May 02, 2007
HA.
I've been writing too much of those 'i see the light' posts I can't even write anything positive that sounds nice anymore.
Shittttttttt.
Grawrh. I've decided to be puffy and all (no, not like FAT puffy but just BUBBLY puffy) after seeing the light cause I think that my teenage angsty-period is overrrrrr.
Thank God.
Okay, so maybe not BUBBLY puffy. You get what I mean?
I'm going to be totally random here so bear with me a while.
My mommy is coming on monday! I can't wait. Then she shall rent a car and send me to school every morning.
However, though, mid years have landed on me like spinach landing on the moon (doesn't make any sense) and I totally cannot do mid years.
Nor essays.
Nor compos.
I mean, when I write compos, I tend to think of one whole NOVEL'S storyline, or plot, and I just try to extract 800 words or so and put it into words and pass it up where the teacher will just give me a big fat ZERO because my plot is too long and uncomprehendable. I need themes! How can I ever write SciFi OR crime?
I am just rambling on without any PURPOSE to blog. This is like scary.
I have turned into a broccoli!
I miss BS.
I miss lucy cherntze kaini.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
My aunt won't be back until Saturday.
I have to mug history.
I'm waiting for yt to call to mug history.
And she hasn't.
Yet.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Oh man I am random.
I miss playing netball.
I love Chocolate.
I love Ronan Keating's When You Say Nothing At All.
I'm going crazy.
I shall bail out.
Now.
Leave the computer, snughead!
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