Aaah.. Finally. Time to post again.

Last weekday of the holiday. Apparently i wouldn't even call this a holiday. Ok maybe i would be i'd call it a lousy holiday. I didn't really get to enjoy myself in any way this "holiday". Sighs :/ And my homework is so not completed yet. Like, what the hell.

Nevermind. Still have one more week to slack. Learning journey week next week. But if you think about it, it wouldn't be so slack because if i'm not in school then i'll be training.

Tell me that sucks.

I haven't done my tuition homework yettt! The stupid review. Aaargh how the hell are you supposed to do a review? I don't even know how to write a review. Like, ok if writing a review were as simple as scribbling rubbish on a piece of paper or blogging, then i wouldn't even need to think.

Yes i know blogging's just a waste of time.
No, i would say that blogging is just a way to deceive yourself that you're not wasting time.
Complicated? :/

And the stupid lit pt. I have poems but i just don't know what books i can find them from! I so do not have time to go to the library. On second thought i do have time. Like, tomorrow.

But i wanna have a nice and peaceful saturday where i just stay at home and chiong through homework. AIYA MAYBE I'LL JUST GO TO THE LIBRARY TMR. Lol.

Ah well. At least im done with math and geog. HOORAY.

3.15pm. Should start thinking about how to start my review. Goodbye.

This ain't a scene, it's an arms race - Fallout boy
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care
which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
but I digress

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
oh so intricate

I wrote the gospel of giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(pre-madonnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash door while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like p-p-p-parties

This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
Bandwagon's full
Please, catch another

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
oh so intricate

All the boys to the dance floor giving love
And all the girls whose hips couldn't move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it’s a damn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race
(Dream again. We're late)

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
oh so intricate
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