Well, I assumed you heard the blogsong. Its 'Drive'by VanessaHudgens.

Pretty girls can choose to have their dream boy. Petty girls get whatever boy that surpass them. While girls like, pathetically only dreaming. How many ink of highlighter must I used to highlight the word pathetic. Really pathetic.

As long as I'm under my parents surveillance, I'm just like the bird trap in its yet golden cage. My dreams, was theirs. My achievements, was theirs. And apparently, my choice, would leave to be theirs. I was at no position for my own future, even. Isn't that more than a word pathetic. Moral:you should appreciate the least basicc yet simple life cause compared to mine, your's was absoulutely better than mine. I dared bet you my life. However, with the people whom swarm around me making my day happier each day, was enough as to call a beautiful life.

Frankly speaking, I was indeed grateful to be in where I am now, with my superb awesome mates whomever I may refer to. I couldn't dare to list out the names here, cause my memory wouldn't uphold all the to-be-appreciated names up here to my blog entry. Completely mission impossible.

Just to short-formed, to whom who read this, even if you have the slightest, lightest or a gust of wind feeling that you were one of whom I might refer, just considered you were cause you caredd to continue to endure my long-winded entry post.

So, I love you, blovvers.

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RASYIDAH. May you have a blessed years ahead.
P.P.S. Today, Dad quoted that 'dreaming with courage, is useless.' And that leaves me with something in mind.
P.P.P.S. Regina, its not about giving up, its hoping for the impossible-OOMA. Hah, Iheartyou. My.Best.Mate.