I seriously have nothing else to do, I mean, this is the second post of the fuckin' day. I need to get a bloody life and stop hibernating in my godforsaken cubicle of a room. See, I've even lapsed back into my bad habit of swearing. Somebody help me.....

Okay, the apple cake turned out normal *phew*, and Sam was SO pleased she decided to keep it all and show her fwens. =) I feel so happy for her, poor girl, never baked a cake b4 today so it was a great achievement. I even took photos, photos. It's her b'day on Monday, but she's celebratin' it today with her school fwens.. why do I keep saying fwens??? *bangs head against the wall "stupid, stupid, stupid"* Just the aftermath of consuming mango & banana juice with a miniscule amount of cakemix...

I'm going out at 2, at 2, at 2... Jesus, someone shut me up for once. I have the world's most repetitive blog, I think... Yeah, all my LearningLab peeps, tell me what is the meaning of "promiscuous"? Well, I know it, but I want it to be described the way a 12 year old would put it, ok? I am seriously in deep shit, I have an English assignment due on Friday which I haven't even started yet. I am getting so lazy... And I'm still going out and stuff, still wasting my time blogging. I am pathetic!!! "Okay, who here thinks I am pathetic?" *all hands in the empty room consisting of only me go up* Everyone in my room thinks I'm pathetic!!! I really have a case of inferiority complex...

To make things worse, I actually broke my glasses, like one of the side thingys yesterday and I had to tape it together for the social. *hides in shame* lol... Maddi is the coolest person in the world <-- Maddi wrote that, she enjoys publicly boosting her ego. Anyway... I'm successfully multi-tasking (on MSN and this). Also remembered that one of the Boarding House mistresses went round tellin' people I have a *gasp* boyfriend! Sheesh, ever heard of privacy, people??? I don't even have a boyfriend to begin with... I feel like slugging her with a bottle of Heineken... yes, I know I have a very graphic tendency towards violence =) Aiyah... now I feel bored.

Yeah! I'm starting to remember bits of conversation from MSN... like one of the girls in 6SY having a boyfriend *oooohhhhh* Lol... Now I'm saying 'lol' too many times now. K, back to the juicy bit of the news... the BF. She is the last person on Earth I would expect to actually get hooked up, after me of course *teehee* I won't scream her name to the whole fuckin' world, but I need to broadcast this news. *coughs into the microphone* "His name is Ravi, and as you can guess, he is probably Indian, and he plays basketball!!!" *Silence, the only sound is cricket's chirpin'* Wow... you guys are that shocked... Yeah, so, I'm really sorry, for the ONE who's boyfriend I was talking about, but it was so exciting, and I confessed my own inner thoughts to you, so there... all even, yes? OMG, this is like, my longest post eva...

For some dumb reason, maybe for my own benefit, I have decided to post the lyrics of "Too Little Too Late" by JoJo (on my playlist) on this post. Only 'coz it perfectly describes the situation one of my dear PLC fwens had with her bf... I sent her the lyrics during Japanese class as a joke, and I only realised later that I might have offended her, so I pleaded for her forgiveness. Then she turns around while I'm beggin' to tell me she thought it was a good song, and asked me if I could thumbdrive it for her. I was like "What the fuck?! You are so fuckin' kidding me!!!" But no, she wasn't. Fine, enough background info here. I now present... Too Little Too Late by JoJo!!! *applause*

Come with me
Stay the night
You say the words but boy it don't feel right
What do ya expect me to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You take my hand
And you say you've changed
But boy you know your begging don't fool me
Because to you it's just a game (You know it's just too little too late)

So let me on down'
Cause time has made me strong
I'm starting to move on
I'm gonna say this now
Your chance has come and gone
And you know...

It's just too little too late
A little too long
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real
It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)
Yeah yeaaahhh... It's just too little too late... Mhmmm

I was young
And in love
I gave you everything
But it wasn't enough
And now you wanna communicate (You know it's just too little too late)

Go find someone else
In letting you go
I'm loving myself
You got a problem
But don't come asking me for help
'Cause you know...

It's just too little too late
A little too long
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real
It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)

I can love with all of my heart, baby
I know I have so much to give (I have so much to give)
With a player like you I don't have a prayer
That's the way to live
Ohhhh... mmm nooo
It's just too little too late
Yeaahhhh...

It's just too little too late
A little too long
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real
It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)

Yeah
You know it's just too little too late
Oh, I can't wait

It's just too little too late
A little too long
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real
It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)

Finally... it's over!!! I bet that was one long song, eh? But it's poignant and solemn, and highlights the issues of modern relationships, where the men are the 'players', and the girls are treated like dirt just 'coz in Western society, they're so easy to get. Oh damn, I'm starting to analyse songs like I'm analysing a piece of text!!! School is seriously catchin' up to me.

It was so weird, like, I was tellin' my cousins about how some girls my age have had sex, and they're like "Wow, for our generation, getting into fights was like the bad thing to do, and this time round you have 13 year olds having sex..." We were like, cracking up in the car. Then Jess came up with this supposedly 'multi-million dollar' idea: developing chastity belts and selling them in America. That was like... weird and hilarous. But it could work, since those Yanks have sex in high school so much and consider it 'kool'. Jeez, haven't they heard of STDs (sexually transmitted diseases, for all you retards out there)? But, then again, none of my business if they get banged up as teens, they're not even in the same hemisphere... Since when have I been so uncaring??? I can actually see you guys gagging, and as Prissy so aptly put it, 'vomiting blood' [that was a direct quote, by the way]. But consider the helplessness of this situation, I mean, what self-respecting teenager would walk into a store, and purchase one of those goddamn belts??? Okay, enough about the questionable morals of this new generation of teenagers and their voracious sexual appetite. Moving along now...

If I lived in the medieval era, I would probably have been beheaded for my blunt wording of the world's pathetic situation, but thankfully we're in the 21st century here, where opinions are not crushed underfoot by feudal lords and rebellious peasants... enough history-related ideology. I really need to check myself into rehab for the 'Bloggeraddictus' syndrome. So I will forcefully tear myself from this website after checkin' the tagboard again. See you again soon, dear blog of mine...

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