It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

Hey peeps.

Had a 'MPS outing' today.
Yeah right. When only three of us were there, it's not an bloody outing.
Bloody fuckk. Everyone was like, yeah I'm going.
And just before we were going out, No I can't I'm sorry.
... Oh well, what to do what to do.
Can't blame them either.

Anyways, the three of us still had a great time.
Went up to the cinema to book tickets for 'Push'.
Played at Timezone and went up to get popcorn.
The movie was not bad. Dakota Fanning looks cute in the movie.
Though she's already 15, she looks like she's 10. No offence.
And I heard that she's gonna play for Jane in 'New Moon' the movie.
It has been confirmed, if I'm not wrong.
Oh whatever. I'm happy so long as Rob Pattinson is still Edward Cullen and Kristen Stewart is still Bella Swan.
We all went home after the movie except for me.
I went down to Tanjong Pagar for my vocal lesson and by the time I reached home, it was about 10pm.

Isn't it bloody fuck? They all get to reach home at about 6pm and I reach home at 10pm.
Yet, some bloody people still look down on me despite all my fucking hard work.
This was what I was stressing about a week ago.
Believe or not, trying to be as good as you are doesn't mean all those shit would appreciate it.
I'm sorry. I kinda just vented my anger here huh.
Sorry.