Brand new life.

I'm back to blogging. Rough year, gosh. Finally the exams are over. But it seems so normal. Prom night is over. Even Joan's party. And I won't be able to join my mates netball camp, i hate it. I really wish to work next week but the ladyboss seems, uhm, desperate. Yeah desperate is a good word. Hah. I hope to get braces really soon. I totally need that plastic surgery on my teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeth.

I don't take shits from you. You didn't have any rights to scold me cuz I was helping with everything. The only reason I didn't snap is I don't really want to fight with such a bitch like you.