Heartquake.

Haven't been in the mood for blogging lately. It's like seeing your sentiments printed in black and white, knowing there's some things that could never be said no matter how desperately you want to. I could blabber on about superficial anythings, but don't know, just doesn't feel right.

Oh yeah, on my way to blogger, I spotted news about MJ and how he dressed up as a woman so that he could have gay sex. Seriously, who cares? Yeah, he's gone, so why not write a book telling all and breaking news?! $$$ much? Sheesh. Don't know how celebrities can stand having their lives, even after they passed on, being scrutinised and picked into pieces gah. And that people can actually swallow all this, and want more.

Not that life's been all that great. Holidays were awesome! I could sit at home all day and entertain myself. Bored of home? Go out and entertain myself :P School? Not so. All these thoughts and feelings I pushed away that I thought would dissipate to thin air all come back in a flurry.

All-girls' school seem simple as compared to this tangled web we weave, for all the rubbish reasons and drama you could possibly find to add to the equation. Not that we were dull people glued to our desk, but shit, that seems like paradise now.

Okay enough emo, bur-byee.