now i'm jumping up and down, you're the only thing around, you mean every little thing to me

i got myself entangled in a family (or brotherly) fight the moment i stepped into the house. boy am i sick of being the middleman! now the two irritating rascals are standing at a corner each, screaming and wailing their heads off. i feel sadistic, i mean, they kind of deserve that one hour worth of punishment.

and, i dont want napfa!
firstly, i cant jump (standing broad jump, absolutely not). we were trying/practicing while the year ones were doing some ball drill at the court today. i measured my distance by using my body as an estimating guide (as in i lay down) and oh gosh i think it was a miserable 1.6m.
secondly, i cant run. like, grrrrrrr screammmmmms (my head off). and 2.4km's tmr, all the best to sarah goh.

i have a craving for alcoholic beverages/liquor/food stuff.
and mind you this has nothing (not at all) to do with my emotional status/health yo.

and i forgot to mention this my previous post: mk's mini copen is totally cute.

blasé is the new favourite word, just like how speliing miztake id thw nnew nno sppelingg mistrake.
i'll saw your heads off - all you ugly, proud, blasé people.

context: ugly
euphemism: not facially endowed
sometimes going straight to the point beats going around the bush.
it's okay to be blunt.
i'd rather that than you lie through your perfectly aligned teeth, right into my disgusted face.
oh dang do i feel mean.

i want to be a writer.

obligation, or do i truly believe?
ciao.