hurhur... i am a paradox

shit lor. i want to complain about myself. i have no skills lor. i cant even remember the dance steps. all a mess. yah... so wad if i can groove. i bet i'll become the proverbial 'tree in a school play' if i always so blurr...

haiyah. i tink its fate. 'stamped' on the head to fail all auditions. or try-outs. they should be called interviews. i got the job on my first interview! oh well. no use sulking. i shall cry my heart out (no.... i are kidding) anyway... shall wait until it is certifiable that i am a reject and then go look for other ccas. die die lah. i badly wanna join a sport lor. but i am still hanging on that little speck of hope tat the bball girls team can be set up soon. crap lor.

i feel hopeless. i noe that if i run for council... i'll probably flunk it too. what can i say? aiyah. feeling hopeless.

i shall drown my sorrows into my chem and maths homework.

i have a feeling i am having PMS.

but i wouldnt know. i got mood swings alot these days. it will swing from insanity to bitchiness to guilt.

oh well.