2009-03-18T01:21:00.000-07:00

Hello people of the world! I am here to update this blog because the writer have a terrible attention span and refuse to update so yay.:) What should I talk about...
OH OH OH Jules says,'' I officially declare that I will be sarcastic to philly and others for ETERNITY!" yay!" I have an awesome buddy.:D

alright I am done here. BUHBYE.

2009-02-21T21:34:00.000-08:00

Hello Fellow Slackers, due to my terrible attention span, this blog has been negleted much....til now. I have delete my previous entries because they made me seem like a tool with terrible english. (Yes I'm still tool...but with better english, yo.)

Today, i shall rant on 10 things you may/may not know about me because i feel nice today, and sharing is caring isnt it?

Number one: I take classical ballet despite being as graceful as....well something thats so much less graceful than a swan. Been taking since i was brainwashed when i was 4. Being accident prone does not help this situation at all. And i feel awkward wear my bathing suit-look alike leotard.

Number two: I am NOT smart, no matter how studious i look with my glasses, how long my pinaform is, or how many times erin will argue that i am smart and talented. (Sorry Erin, Inferior has been a large part of my life, so it takes a while to shake off, sorry for making you sad again.) (PS: I had to look up the word Inferior in the dictionary)

Number Three: I am quite dyslexic.....when someone spells out a word for me. If i recall properly, my form teacher had to spell the word Jet Ski for me 6 times. So if you happen to do that for me in the future, please be patient...or just write on my hand.

Number Four: I am blind even with my glasses on. Proof? I manage to walk to into a pillar/wall with them. (Technically, i was avoiding it, but my ankle rolled and slammed into it. But nevermind that.)

Number Five: I swear like a sailor on rum. Please excuse my potty mouth.

Number Six: I feel awkward when someone is affectionate with me.

Number Seven: I tend to break a lot of stuff. (IE, the wardrobe door, a glass bottle, my computer...etc)

Number Eight: I talk to myself alot. It's lonely being an only child.

Number Nine: I inspire to be a musician. If that doesnt work out, I'll open a coffee cafe. Or maybe open a bar. (My parents think busker at orchard road when they hear the term Musician.)

Number Ten (Which rhymes with end): I'm addicted to Coffee...

Yay..i did something...that was quite useless, BUT it's something. My enthusiam is falling greatly...bah...whatever. Enjoy the post or gorge your guts out.

Watson.
PS: I spend too much time on my guitar, but that's expected.

WRites: Wrong Rights For Wayward Slackers.