my blog is dying and we all know it. sorry for not updating people. that's because the BLODDY blogger was down for a straight few days!!!=(

happy birthday juliet!!!=) why the hell am i typing this here when i can just wish her in person?? not like she can use the computer or anything. she an 8 year old for god's sake.

anyways, i have been shopping for the past few days. so much so that i can memorise bugis and far east. the next time i go there, i'll so totally buy that pair of shoes! lovely=))

ahh. damnit. i rammed my leg against the chair. ahh!!! freak!! it hurts so bad!!!!! i can't walk!!
aiii!!!!

threw 4 chairs in 5/1 and all of it flew across the classroom, hitting the floor each time with a loud slam. what was i doing? venting anger. why was i angry? so much that i threw chairs and yelled at the juniors? why? for being lazy and telling them that it's high time they wake up and realise that with those freaking useless trombone skills and fucking lousy attitude, and they want to go to hawaii, i say forget it. don't go all the way there and embarrass us the seniors, spoil the school's reputation, tarnish the band's reputation and make us feel bad. because we won't. at least i won't. and i know it. because i don't feel responsible for your pathetic selves today. oh and believe me, i was this close to kicking you guys out of the band. patience and retribution was what mr de said to me. and i said sure. but i dare say they will have no retribution because the juniors have been trained under me. well, i don't give a damn. because this is the last straw. hate me, whayever. i think you know my temperamant by now. sure, i can joke and laugh with you. but no. do not test my patience. do not mess with me. because you're getting yourself into the biggest piece of shit you'll ever get in your pathetic life.


but yes. it's over. my dear seniors and friens, sorry. i really didn't mean to tick you off or anything. just fucking pissed. that's all.

yah. so everything went fine.


this is the last straw.