It's another boring day. I am juz lazing around, with no intention to continue with my art homework (it simply sucks) Cant they make art an optional subject. Why cant they juz believe tat some ppl like me juz cant draw, no matter ho much u force them. It is a complete waste of time. I am thinking of how to cram the 1o pics together with the credits below. It is juz so impossible, the credit will be so small tat u cant even c them. So what's the use of putting the crdits there. Completely useless... I HATE ART.

I went t youtube again, and this time, i have no idea wat to watch. I have finish all my documentaries and there is juz nth to watch. So i randomly press a letter on my keyboard. Turns up i pressed the letter "H". You know, when u press sth at utube, then they will give u a lot of suggestions. Hot shot is one of them. If i rmb correctly, Cruella de Alison was obssessed about it. I watch the first part of the first ep, it seem ok, then the next few eps is uz rubbish. The stupid guy, i forgogtten wat his name was, juz refuse to tell the poor girl he liked her. Beating around the bush all the time, wat an idiot. And, i cant stand beating around the bush, so maybe, i am juz not suitable to watch Taiwanese drama. It always make me so angry. And the show is juz so weird, first they were talking about basketball, then somehow, they have this luv triangle which is juz so irritating. The ball on fire wasnt really tat natural, it is damn fake. Not even nice at all. And there was this guy or probably girl (he is like tat 不男不女 type) who keep on appearing for a short wile and ten disappear. The whole show is already bad enuf, plus a weird weird guy or girl, it simply make me feel like puking. So in the end, i found a vid about Hitler. Which turn up to be quite interesting, at least it is much better than the idiotic Hot Shot.

And, i juz realise there is eng tmr, and i havent heard wat Cruella de Mok want us to do. I am gonna be so dead.

As usual,i shall end off with a short excerpt.
All I'd wanted was to forget. But even when i though i had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below. A pink shirt, a rhyme with my name, the feeling of hands on my neck. Because this is wat happens when u try to run from the past. It doesnt juz catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which lead through it, the only one tat can ever get u home.
Piggies are so kawaii!!!