Indeed, until bryan told me :

tofuking jumps and jumps and jumps some more. says:
dei

tofuking jumps and jumps and jumps some more. says:
update your fucking DA

tofuking jumps and jumps and jumps some more. says:
=.=

tofuking jumps and jumps and jumps some more. says:
deadest blog

Only did i realize my dA is .... indeed, dead by now. But Its form 6! There's .... just too much stress and i feel guilty when i play games (because the other half of the friggin form 6 would be studying).

Tho, being me, we must not lose the conversation, not on MSN, thus :

Crays says:
lol

Crays says:
lazy update la diuz

Crays says:
LIKE YOU DO UPDATE

Crays says:
LIAR SHYT

But, being bryan, he must not lose the conversation too, not on MSN, thus he went :

tofuking jumps and jumps and jumps some more. says:
UPDATED

tofuking jumps and jumps and jumps some more. says:
BITCH



But its just sooooo depressing when i am to think about my form 6 results, currently, i've pretty much screwed maths exam, if i were to continue talking about it, the next few lines would be only swearing, thus i decided not to fill you guys in, if you really wanna know, just take a look at our exam sheet. Its shit.

Well, until now, i am safe, secure, not tortured (yet), still single, rap singer, chain blinger (yes its from american boy).

Still, love live terrorize me. Its like solving a simultaneous equation, without a variable.

d(confident)/d(time) = decreasing. exponentially.

Well, currently, i just miss my old pals alot, like how we used to hang out in 5S3 and talk crap and talk crap in edboard. Its just.... ahhhh fun times, tho, this year i guess, there will be no christmas gathering.

Now now, the shitty feeling of "Is form 6 really suitable for me?" Pops up again. I have been hypnotizing myself to believe that, i could study pharmacy or whatever form 6 could bring me and pursue my lust for graphic design later on. Tho, now i know, its easier said than done.

When you have no ohm, you can hardly study, when you can't study, you can't do well, when you can't do well, you phail exams, when you phail exams, you fear, when you fear, you sing "Jizz on my pants" (that's you, not me).

Ah, just screwed, i just hope my result this term doesn't drop to like a deep shit situation. There's too many people that had put their hopes high on me. Too much pressure.

Sometimes i wonder if drilling holes in my cranium and allow oxygen to react with my brain would be a good idea, i mean, it will give you a sudden boost of extra oxygen, you should have the really "OMG THIS IS RELAXING" feeling. My opinion :\ .