Paramore is ear candy to me, and it's addictive.
Khairul and I were probably at our wits' ends this afternoon.
I had to handle the problem of showing a really expensive yet badly scratched pot to my Mum.
And it was just so hard keeping the class coordinated during dance practice.
We've got the final move already, just that 8 people didn't turn up for practice.
So everyone has reach school by 6.30 am. Bitches, I tell you.
Bitches!!!
I guess everything cooled down when I went for drama.
Everyone in there is just so open-minded.
Habibah comforted me by giving me a tap on my lap, when we were seated.
I have been assigned the role of Hilary. Shut up.
It's the best role anyone could ever give me :):):)
So I couldn't hide the truth from my Mum.
She's really pissed about it, I know she is, but still she comforted me on the way home in the car.
I felt really bad about it. Kinda cried over it.
But crying is good, especially when the tears start to roll down your cheeks.
It lets out the day's frustration and maybe even hurt.
I guess I should have brought the pot home long ago, because the guys in my class lose their sanity often.
Yes. I'm sitting in my room.
With the lighting flooding the entire airconditioned Sanctuary.
A mouthful of apple juice left in my cup.
Listening to World On Fire by Sarah Mclachlan.
Feeling the salt burn through my bleeding ulcer.
Chatting with Dawn and Gerald on MSN.
I like this feeling. It's relaxing.
I'd like to do my Quiet Time now.
The End.
:D
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