well hello blog. i suppose i feel an itsy bit emo rite now. considering the fact that im listening to emo songs perhaps. well, itz juz life.

anyway, updates.

well, i have ppp to settle. it actually stands for white box festival, but the malay version. it's a play us students have to organise, direct, set and act out ourselves, but with the guiding voice of our very helpful mentor.

so tomorrow should be the last time we are re-changing the script, as well as finalising it. well , let's hope things work out well for the 7th script then.

argh! stupid mosquito bite, so itchy!!!

okay well anyway. i just happened to realise that....haiz. the things people would do. i just don't understand why. it may not be obvious to the rest, but it's so damn obvious to me, though the aimer may not seem to notice. so the four letter word(not the bad one)really does hurt if you're in it's game. you may not know what i'm talking about. but, it's just life.

maybe it's because of me myself. yeah it's quite true, and understandable even by me. perhaps cuz im not so good-looking, ugly even. then im not a very macho sort of guy either. i'm not that convenient guy who wears shades and is like surrounded by 12 girls. neither do i have an attractive personality. yeah im conscious of all these things. i just tend to realise that no one deserves me for who i am. seriously. i don't mean to be emotional about it or anything. but, i just don't happen to think i am good enough for anyone.

and perhaps i never will be.



ever.