Am suppose to be doing revision for maybe maths and god knows what! But I'm updating myself in cyberspace. Changed blogskin, I didn't like the navigations one. Well, I spent hell 30 mins trying to amend the positions cos' the sizes don't really fit. And yes, do comment on it. Like, my new style. ^^ I'm left with the colour schemes of the playlist and more songs to add on. One time is irritating, reallyyyyy.

Daddy and Mom went out, so that leaves me with my sis and bro. <: They've been gone for almost 3 hours to be exact which means I'm going to end this real soon. Bear with it, I'll update more after O' levels. I promise. People, tag me! My blog's deaddddd. D:

Actually, I've thought of a long post, but it doesn't come off my mind. Too bad.
I only remember this afternoon's incident. My bro pulled my hair, fucking hard, I almost thought it would come off @ that split second. I fucking felt my hair roots loosening from my scalp. Thank God, I used my legszxszx and gave him a hard kick. Wow. But he retreated and punched me on my back. Nice one, bro. You suck cock. I am going to read you maggi mee mammy till you get mad and have no confidence to sing to your class.

I suppose he prepared this poem/song/whatever for music lessons.
Mom: Keep your maggi mee mammy if not lost.
*my bro tucks it away nicely under his stack of books. *
Me: What maggi meeeeeeee!
Bro: *grins*
Mom: His school project la.
Me tries to get a glimpse of it.
* bro snatches from hands *
When he wasn't looking, I tried to peek.
* reads : Maggi mee maggi mee, it's so yummy... *
WALAO. He snatched back and then worldwar3 started. ^^

Now, I'm going to do my revision and stop surfing blogshops.
Currently, I've got a wardrobe malfunction!!! Then, if it's nice, it's extremely nice, if it isn't, it's extremely ugly. So ya, I don't have plans to go out often now that O's taking up much of my daily routine. Just have to make do with all my fucking hideous tanktops and spag tops. Plus denim shorts, ahhhhh, can't live without my FBTs. <:

Whenever I'm in my comfort zone, it's text/phone calls/reading! ^^
Coooool right, I finished two novels already.
To me, comfort zone is my bed and airconditioner :B

Off with my bullshitz.



And on a lighter note, I miss bluesheep. D:
She very sneaky recently. Always somewhere over the rainbow with her luv. Not me k.
Then she only knows how to text me when she sees Alex. Best. ^^ Chey! Kidding la, can't disclose such personal things. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!