your secrets are safe with me.

i don't know why im at this again
it's furiating and i've got so much things to do and im right here. waiting. i think at this point in time i'm more intrigued than anything else. (you probably have no idea what im talking about, but its okay cux no one knows of it except me)

anw. it's fuirritating ( its a new vocab i learnt but im never gg to say it out unless im super pissed. anw its like fugly) that when i'm not near the computer i have loads in my mind but once i sign into my blog, my brain is like empty. argh. it's like a mental block, just more complicated. i am convinced that blogging and me don't really go together, but then again, im too lazy to keep a diary ( if i do, im certain that there will be less than 10 entries altogether). isloth.

seems that everyone is running away from singapore. ok not literally running, but gg overseas to study. and i know the stupid saying where the grass is always greener and better and everything is happier on the other side, but i can't help feeling sucky and envious. maybe it seems as if they have more to look forward to that makes me jealous cux im stuck in here, thinking that i've taken the wrong path. suddenly i see so little in front of me that its kinda scary. i need someone to take me through this.