You leave me breathless

There's honestly nothing to update. It's just school and more school. I'm enjoying every minute of it. You guys read the same shit here everyday. Do I care? No. Here we go again.

School is fun. I realised the lecture theatre got a lot a lot of malays. like really a lot. I like. Lectures are always boring. Labs are fun. Tutorials suck. Whatever. Enough about school.

Let's move on to CCA. What's my CCA? SoundCard. What the fuck is that? You may ask. It's a singing CCA. We sing pop music. English only. In groups, solo or duet. Acapella, acoustic, whatever. Yes. People who know me, should know I love singing. Which is why I joined SoundCard. Duh. Practices. Are they fun? To some extent yes. That's not the point. We all sing every week. No big deal. Question is, the people. Are they fun? That's really for me to know and for you to find out.

If there's any shit in this world that you're not happy with, about me, don't fucking hide it. Tell me. Shoot it straight right at me. Don't fucking pretend. Talk to me. Don't be a pussy. I'm not a monster. I don't bite. I'm human. Not a cannibal. I'm fucking sick of all this shit seriously. We can talk, really.

To the stalkers out there who read but don't tag, or read and make a big fuck out of it, this is for you, "Up Yours". (:

If you're out there to make my life miserable, to find fault with me, to get whatever you want from me, just, stop it okay? Not worth your time ah, really.

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