jus realise ppl are diff when they blog n in real life. somehow the blog feels more real to me, than the person it self. lol. funny. n maybe tt's y i hate it when ppl are readin my blog. feels like there's no privacy n stuff. but i realise i cant control who's readin n whos not. hahas.

wanna blog abt thurs. had pe. then HM whack dao my nose. then when everybody asked how i was. jus felt that its all so fake. hahas. whenever ppl ask abt how u r, like whether u r injured, it all seems so fake to me. hahas. like, ppl can only be bothered with u when u r hurt. if not u r jus another soul beside them. jus another somebody. sounds skeptical of life. but what else. no control . no life. dont hv motive in life. dont feel the drive to study. i need a sparkk.. rrr.

suddenly thought of the song lyrics, " and life. taught me to cry.." how true. RR. gettin emoo. blehx. blehx.