(Damn it, this entry was supposed to be up yesterday. But blogger was being such an ass, and it didn't come up. )

I always thought crying like a fucking wuss over nothing was a no-no, until I tried it myself. Surprisingly, I felt better after that. I wish I could cry everyday like no one cares, because letting myself go once in a while is really, being myself. I hate being a fucking wuss. It’s hard to weep. I don’t weep. Only once in a blue moon.

Today was pretty okay. I came to school at 8.30, like an idiot, and spent my time doing nothing at all. It was delightfully unenjoyable. I wish I was smart enough to wake up late and not set the alarm. Listened to them rehearsing, and I thought how cool it would be if I could pick up my guitar and re-learn everything. I totally forgot everything I learnt(not the sec 2 music lessons!)/ self-taught.

When the guys pretended to wrestle, it was hilarious. Really. I haven’t laughed that much in ages.

I think I looked like a fucking clown during the skit. I mean, the lame ugly expressionless disgusting bad clown. More like a nutter, yep. I’m a bastard, so shoot me.

Youtube is a marvellous thing. I don’t really hang around there much; when I go online, I just do nothing and stare at the green screen playing solitaire. It’s such a lonely game, but it’s okay. I’m used to spending my time alone- not that I enjoy any of it. Well, back to you tube. I was looking for Awie (oh you know, fond memories.) and found Search instead. FYI, Amy Search is this man, whom I’ve been in love with since I was born. I think the first thing my dad let me listen as soon as I was born was ‘Isabella’ by Amy. They even let me watch the movie, which I have no recollection on. So aside from hippie Beatles, I grew up listening to Search, Amy and all that malay rock stuff. (Well that explains my soft side towards Awie and such, a lot.)

If I could find this movie, it would be awesome. And somehow I find that devil in the background quite disturbing. I don’t like devils with their tongues sticking out. Haha, and probably because I’ve been singing this song before I could even talk, I’m obsessed with cliché love tragedies.