Hello readers. I'm back from Jurong Point. Yea, again. I'm getting sick of places. Singapore is too small. I have been complaining too much. Complaining to myself, actually. I didn't really voice out my things these days. Oh whatever, things change. I bloody have curfew for text messages but who cares? I still kept texting secretly after the time. But way lesser. I'm starting to get lazy to text people. I don't know why.

Happy Chinese New Year to the Chinese. And we, the other races, have to bloody suffer as almost all shops will be closed. [insert face] Let this end fast. I want school, i want friends, i want netball, i want my hips to heal. [insert :O] My hips are getting worst in fact. I cannot touch it because it will hurt. Blue- black marking are starting to appear. Everytime i touch it gently, it already hurts. How am i going to play netball aggressively? [insert sad face]

Everyone's happy with their lifes. Not me. Too much secrets to myself. I didn't say anything for the benefit of people. I care for people more than i care for myself. I'm walking alone. No guidance by anyone. If i need it, i won't ask for it because i don't want people to waste their happy times on me. Be happy, let me be miserable alone. I don't and won't mind. I'm fine with it as i have been miserable for a few years already. Shocked? Shouldn't be. [insert smiley face]

No one can help me, just because i cannot help myself. Broke down quite a few times. Too much in my mind. I cannot express it in anyway. I'll just suffer and hope things will end easy and i can smile, giving the most honest smile. [insert smiley face] I want my childhood life back. No problems in my head. Nothing to care about. Just play, play and play and have fun with cliques. Fall down, cry, teacher comes to aid us. [insert smiley face] But, maybe we're old enough to take tinnie concern of ourselves now. [insert sad face] I'll be fine, no worries.

walking alone, monotone.