I wouldn't change a thing, but maybe I should.

My life is a series of Plan Bs. I never seem to be able to pull a plan A.

Example, the plan A was 8As for PMR. Instead I got 7As and 1B.
Plan A was also MARA Banting for IB. Instead I got Monash at Sunway University.
And so on, so forth.

It sucks because Plan Bs are always expensive. And you don't feel like you deserve the things God have blessed you with. Like perfectly 10 fingers and awesome parents.

I dunno. Maybe lots of Bs makes an A?


Also I'm sure many people have the same problems as mine. Believe me, my problems are as normal and common as your problems. But it doesn't make it any less mine. I get that I'm not alone and I shouldn't be all dramatic about it, but the last thing I need to hear when I'm sobbing my asthmatic chest out is "Ala chill la. Bukan kau sorang je kot."A handshake would've been much more soothing.

It's pathetic when I'm looking for advices, I have to scroll through my song playlist instead of going to a friend. God when people give me advices lately, it just gives me toothache.



Oh Microb tomorrow die die die die.


p/s I hate it when you open someone's blog and a song comes on because chances are the songs would be some crappy twinkly song and it's always loud so the song that you're listening to on your laptop gets overlapped. it's retarded and annoying.

Perhaps they'll find you in the river in a month or two.

ANATOMY EXAM AT 2 HOLY ANANSI GOD OF ALL SPIDERS I'M DEAD MEAT OH CRAP OH KERRAPP OH JEEZ.