hawaii was...AWESOME!!!!(:



yup. i miss everything about hawaii. just read this and you'll know what. just minus DTT though. i'm absolutely lazy to list down every single thing i'm missing.


moving on to a heavier note, i'm starting to face up to reality. SYF is in exactly a weeks' time, my homework pile is starting to become taller than i am, mid year's start on the 30th of april. and i'm not even half prepared.


hawaii's been like this make-up spring break or rather one week vacation. but not xactly because we had work to do too. fun and stuff, but, for those who didn't know, we got a silver. yes, i think we deserved that silver. i mean, i'm part of the band too. and i know how it feels to not get something we all wanted badly, something we'd been working for for the past almost one year.
we tried so hard, pushed so much for it, went all way out to prove and do our best. but what we were disadvantaged with was becase of only one main reason. it all boils down to the next 8 or so letters. BAND ROOM. yup. but you see, if you're just reading it off the screen like this, you'd probably think"oh this is just another bitch fit of jeanette's. she doesn't really care about the band becasue she didn't cry or feel upset when the band got a silver."
well, you have no idea how BADLY i wanted to get the command performance okay. because i wanted to show to some certain individuals and the rest of the world what we can do. it's just that, i don't cry over spilt milk. after that last 'FFF' note in Virginia, that marked the end and nothing we do can actually affect our score. so you see, it's not that i don't give a shit. it's just the motto i live by.

recently, nothing that the teacher had been teaching has been going into my head. before PBMF, i thought of hawaii 24/7. now, my mind is preoccupied. KILL ME.

dear miss big-dyky-loser-cum-liar and miss sonofabitch,
i would love to shoot you. and i know you'd love to stab me. so stop pretending like we're the best of friends and stab me in the back with your tissue paper knives because it ain't gonna hurt me. i've said this before and i'm saying it again. BEAT IT. BEGONE. you know, i used to think i was really stupid to be bothered by your senseless remarks and snorts behind my back. but i finally am enlightened. i know why. i'm not bothered. i actually want to see how long you can last by making yourself feel less sore for all the wrong you've done me by covering up for your empty souls with useless lies. but just a word of advice, don't you even dare to implicate my family or insult any of my friends. one word of it and i swear, you're history.
*by the way, your words take no effect on me. but my words shall dawn a negative effect unto you. thank you. goodbye.


now that i've cleared that, i'm sure you all want to know who the above mentioned people are. we can play like cluedo. i'll reveal a random letter a day. so, go figure. :D


nighty night.