6/6/06, 6am/pm. rowell predicted the end of the days, but considering me typing this blog entry...=_=

2 more days of TSD and i'm finally gonna trash it away for at least 2 weeks. but i'm getting a feeling i'm gonna miss slotting. come to think of it, TSD is one of e major thing tt makes my life interesting. even shud-upping is...um...remotely fun. not to mention e constant bi***ing. watching e class 5 bitches/divas has become some sort of a daily entertainment. oh well. peach milk tea is now my staple drink.

i'm feeling increasingly bored with my life, sleeping, eating, mugging...blah blah blah. oops, did i mention MUGGING?! wonderful, i'm taking it back. i'm willing to bet my whole family fortune => i'm gonna fail my mid-yrs. just when my parents are threatening to storm to school and complain abt my constant committment to TSD. dey might really make me quit, honestly...

got inspired by matthew to write a play. hmm...the life of a dustbin perhaps. think its quite interesting to look at the world from a dustbin's POV. guess it'll juz turn into a mono. lol. but oh well...