my goodness, i swear everyday's a test for my vocals. as long as i SEE my brother's face, things turn ugly and we hold a shout fest there and then. how annoying. he really is. i just don't bear to shout in his face how "accidental" he really is. that's mean.

(but that's true. my parents didn't plan for my brother.)

well, other than that. do you know that my mom forced me to read this article in The Straits Times about some emo kids?! wow, i saw the title and i was like, emg does she know? and then when i read on, i realised that i was far far far away from being an emo kid.

in that article, emo kids wear black all the time and they write angsty poems. they cut themselves because they are "in too much pain". after reading that article, i shouted to my mom from my room (yes, alot of shouting actually takes place in my house. it's like the main communication or something), "I don't cut myself. but that's only because blood stinks." and i muttered under my breath, "literally". you have to hand it to me; it's TRUE.

i can't stand pain anyway. and i don't like scars. so slitting myself is all wrong. i may be emo, but not to that extent.

well, poor jacq is having a fever, hope she's feeling better already. but judging by the phonetalk we just had, i think she's probably feeling better. well, she should rest more. and i'm going off now. just had a little break of 20 minutes.

lovelove.