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Oh man. I'm so sick of PW that I swear that I will burn ALL my PW related documents and notes after 1st November. Serious. I will then proceed to dance round the burning pile, singing / screaming "Burn! Burn! Burn!", before going to Orchard Road and singing Charm point as a Christmas carol. Kurei and Atobe can join me. And no, I'm completely rational. Well, as rational as someone who has just spent the last 10 plus hours centered on PW, and have completed their oral presentation can be. Oh. Did I just mention that I'm also doing my InR, Insights and Reflection now? Ah. Insanity makes things seem rational. Oops. You didn't read anything. Nothing. At. All. In essence, PW totally stinks.

Songs. GOOD I love iTunes. Well, strictly speaking, I love my playlist. Its simply amazing. I have 341 songs, of which 96 percent are animeanime songs. Cool right? I bet you can't say the same thing of the typical Chinese/English pop/rock loving teenager. Hah. So what if you say that I'm abandoning my own culture? I like music. NOT noise. Music is stuff like あなたのために by L'Arc-en~Ciel, Insight by Suwabe Junichi, the Four Seasons... Not blathering pumped up, squashed down plastic 'celebrities' with a microphone. Those make noise. Noise ought to be cancelled. Removed. Not celebrated. Birthdays are celebrated, not pollutants. So there. Oh. A meek reminder. My birthday is on the 24th of November. I will appreciate presents. Thoughtful presents. Not random books and soft toys. Lost? Fear not. I'll put up a wishlist soon. So even if you miss my birthday, there will still be Christmas a month later...

Watched a Japanese movie for Chinese today. So ironic. A Level Chinese, yet we prepare by watching a Japanese movie, with ENGLISH subtitles. So amazing. Oh, There was this male actor who spoke loads of Kansai-ben, had off-shoulder hair, wore spectacles... Sounds familiar? Well, he did look a bit like Oshitari, although an older version who doesn't play tennis and there isn't a Gakuto. Sigh. PW ruined it as I had to go for a meeting. I damn bloody hate PW. When I die, I'm gonna haunt the idiot who thought of it. Oh wait. The person ought to be dead by then. Oh well. Hope he or she for that matter, dies a slow, agonising, poisonous death. Yup. Just desserts I say.



" Insanity runs in my family. Oh. And it happens to be contagious."