"I keep running to faraway
and now I can't escape.
What is reality? What is real?
What is fantasy? What is surreal?
Wouldn't it be better
if we could live in the imaginary.
Don the pretty dress and perfect smile.
Fall in love and find happy ever after.
Escape the decay of the
cold and beautiful world
in which we are forced upon.
I want to feel a bittersweet
fairytale."

Stress is the word the people will normally not put it under my name.
Yunting is always cheerful. Ya right, i am. sometimes.
Eoy is coming and i feel the shittiest stress coming. This term has been hectic and i dontknow why. Did I slack too much? Maybe I did.
Anyway, now its not the time for me to cry and regret what i did this term.The term's coming to an end and next term, its the eoy.Argh, have to mug. And who ever likes the word Mug?
I need time management, desperately.

I hate my hair.Period. I screwed it bigtime. Damned.
and oh a small boy just won campus superstar.How well was that?
Sorry, he doesnt appeal to me.

And IM NOT EMOING NOW. I FEEL VUGLAR BUT I DONT WANT TO BLAST IT OFF HERE.

Byebye hair !

Fuck.okay sorry.