I know I look awesomely retarded. Don't mention it. I've been not procrastinating that much nowadays. Choir is getting more and more awesome, as expected. And today's was brutally drop-dead tired. Don't ask why. My body is aching even more and even worst than yesterday's condition. I'm getting rashes every night. More tests are coming. More responsibilities to take. Life couldn't get better. I hope a miracle happens. I want alot of miracles to happen. That'll be hot.

I'm really anticipating for 9th February and 10th February - SIHAN! Hoho. Heck care about my younger brother's birthday on 8th February anyway, I'm not even planning to give him a proper present, I never did. Counting down, I've left with one more week till my birthday. (Suspense) Laughoutloud, laughoutloud.


I'm running out of sweatshirts, and I need more of 'em. I don't want those type of baseball shirts whereby you can see the minahs and matreps wearing them out in the streets nowadays. I'm not criticsizing the fashion scene in Singapore, I'm criticsizing the people who wear those shirts and gave outsiders the first bad impression. What a nuisance of themselves. When I say sweatshirt, I meant those thick and loose cotton mataerial whereby most people use it for sleeping and exercising. Thus, sweatshirts are hot. I don't know why I'm applying one of History SEQ techniques here. Laughoutloud. And Kibum is wearing one too. It's cool to be rich and famous, you get alot of fans, and you get the money you want and you can buy alot of stuff. That's obvious. I want to be rich like awesome shit. Who doesn't?

Labels: I miss Geng, I miss Kibum, tired