This is so retarded, I'm tripping over my own life. No one knows. Except... A few cat in the bag keepers I guess.

Anyway. My legs are sore from PE. But gym class was fun. You can do stuff that other mortals can't. We hopped around too.

School's getting suckier and suckier. Sheesh. It really does suck at first but after a while... You'd think that it sucked more than before. Even band can't cheer me up.

I'm already starting to hate band. And 'twas seconds ago that I'd said I loved it. And it's because of Band that I didn't transfer school.

So now that my love for band is gone, should I transfer? I can erase my memories after researching for a simple ritual I guess...

I'll be able to forget EVERYTHING that has gone through in the school. Everything. Everyone. And it's really tempting. But I can't seem to find the spell.

Maybe it doesn't even exist. It's also easy to Jump. You know what Jump is? Yep. Starjumps.

The pressure on my lifeline's close to a Snap already. I can't help it. There's remembering to bring Goodnight Mr Tom, there's homework, there's tons of Band practices, the art appreciationless, there's parents and then there's the sleeping.

Firstly, homework and parents. The stupid streaming. It's as if it's that important. I mean it is but my parents're frantic about my exams.

Compared to the streaming? They'd go screaming on the streets about my streaming. Scream stream...

The homework gets heavier everyday that passes by. And I've to admit, as a slacker, I'd have a hard time doing them.

You wouldn't understand anyway. All the intellectuals out there. As if I didn't ace my Math and topped the class... *bragbrag*

The band practices as I'd said, are get more and more like homework as the major VCH concert's acoming.

Especially Daniel. I just can't stand him. He doesn't have to be so maggotly when I'm around. Bloody Hell. And every practice I've to face people I don't wanna face. They know who they are.

And people who don't apprieciate art! My art! Like my bloody smoking father, who gave him the authority to smoke anyway?! He pollutes our air. Ugh.

And he says that music and art is useless. As if I'd want to be a boring lawyer or a docter when I grow up. Tch. Retarded family. It's just so retarded. And who even gave my stupid brother the permission to shout at my HellHound?! He's only barking, what's wrong?!

And the sleeping. I'm having heavy insomnia's and I keep nodding off in class. Got scolded that day by Mrs Sim for sleeping... We were going through exam questions then...

Tossing and turning don't help to sleep... And stretching kills time but it doesn't kill my awakening. Sheesh. What should I do...?

Due to this problems, I may not speak to you if you talk to me. Or maybe I mayn't even notice you. So... If I don't, sorry. That's all that I can say.

This is the last section... Shengyi and Gabwy asked me to do it... I think I won't feel like doing any other quizzes in which people have poked me with. Too bad, lung breathers.

Instructions:

1. The tagged victim have to come up with eight different points of his/her perfect partner.
2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect partner. (what's this?!)
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game. (like i would.)
4. Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT. (have fun...?)

It's a SHE. What kinda instruction is number 2?!