Im having a silent phone call on messenger with cindi. ultimate gayness.

Esther says:
do you like the sound of me typing furiously?
Esther says:
i know you do so im going to continue doing it to annoy you ahahhahahahah blahahahaha

Cindi says:
no
Cindi says:
it makes me stressed

HAHAHA

I don't care what you might
think about me
You'll get by without me
if you waahahahant

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERLENE!!!! :)
now you are an old bird. :>

recently i have been a total asswipe in school, got scolded with melissa by this bias teacher, made to stand awhile with siokee because she asked me to sign her temperature log book (!!) instead of taking out our bio books, and rolled eyes at certain person's comments.
must be the overload of hormones in my bloodstream.

cindi is making lots of weird noises now, as i can hear from her side.

Esther says:
what doing you!
Cindi says:
what am i doing

she suddenly reminds me of mrs rupa, falalalalala hahaha. im suddenly put in a good mood whee~~~

i feel like quitting school and pursue full time photography right now, and learn from professionals and work as a assistant before being a full fledged photographer! i want to take pictures of weddings or family photos or for people's memorable occasions because i really want to see people's happy faces.

i feel like being a wedding planner when i grow up, and i can plan the most stylish and extravagant looking wedding for all my clients, without charging exhorbitant prices.

i feel like working as a paediatrician and help young kids recover quickly from their illnesses.

i feel like going to all the thrift stores in the world and slowly go through all the contents there, hoping i would find something nice, something cute, maybe a blythe.

i feel like eating hiphop jelly on a bench facing the sea watching the sunset.

i feel like being a private stylist after reading today's urban and how cool is it to help people mix and match their clothing, though i guess i would suck at it.

i feel like burning all my homework.

my emath prelim booklet cracked today. it must be a sign. an omen. i just placed it in my bag and when i took it out, there's this huge crack on the laminated cover.

im excited for next saturday if you stick to your word.
im not looking forward to next week because of the bombardment of tests.
i cant wait for tomorrow because its granny's birthday.
yet i have not prepared anything blah.

i feel like stapling my hands with bullets, and make it seem like a metal ladder.

i think im wonky.
i want my house now.
@_@