Thursday, August 30, 2007
7 seven days.


i don't mind being the cheerleader on the bench shouting like a silly goon. im recovering.


i guess its a norm that each time i relief a class, there will a pupil who ends up crying. all of them cried because of weird reasons (and i wanted to laugh out loud). voice doesn't sound good. thank god, the class today didn't create much trouble compared to the previous ones.


i want my wanton noodle soooooooooon. i want to ask for extra watons!! im craving for that big ball thing with lots shrimps inside. i don't know the name of it.


the drugs taking its effect.





poet, u are.