People need to shut their trap about Korean Pop. Enough is enough. I am very annoyed, though I forgot what/which tweet triggered this sudden extreme annoyance (not that I was not annoyed before, just that I am ultra mega annoyed now though I'm not as annoyed as I was last night but still, annoyed). Stop constantly talking about it every cursed minute of your goddamn pathetic life. I know I talk about hot band guys quite a lot too but I DON'T FLOOD MY WHOLE BLOODY TWITTER/BLOG WITH IT OH MY GOD. Stop making your life revolve around this genre of music because it's stupid and rather pathetic if you did not realise. Hold on a second, let me rephrase that. Stop making your life revolve around THE PEOPLE in this genre of music. It's fine to let your life revolve around a certain kind of genre because the lyrics speak to you or whatever. But the people? Really? They are just people who happen to be good looking and so some company decides hey they are really good cash makers. They didn't even have to work for any shit. Why the hell is it even such a big 'thing' anyways? It's not even legit music, people only listen and 'like' it only because the guy/girl is good looking. I have actually no idea where this rant is heading to I just needed to get this out somewhere. Like oh my god stop obsessing over some guy that doesn't even know you exist. Stop talking as if he is your life and without him you will die because even if he died you will still live and move on. Stop making his life intertwine with yours when his private life is really none of your business and vice versa. It's just seriously majorly pathetic and I just want to laugh every time I see you 'torturing' yourself this way because you can just choose to be happy but instead you chose not to. You talk as if he has made such an impact in your life but the fact is you choose to believe that he made an impact in your life all because he's quite a looker. What in the holy heavens sometimes I just really want to slap your face. Wow, this turned out to be a personal attack, oops. CGN1 (Crazy Girl Numero Uno) plz find a life. Did I just really get through that without swearing? #proudmoment

K, with that out of the way, good morning glories! It's rare that I'm blogging in the morning/afternoon because I usually do it in the night but I got distracted by some other things last night lol. First week of proper school was really really really draggy for some reason. As the cliche saying goes "Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days". I finally know what it feels like. I think I'm pretty chill with all of my teachers except my Science teachers. I hate Pillai for life. Enough said. Lois Ng is kinda boring and her English annoys me to no end. I feel the need to correct her every other second. I will never understand how people can't speak proper English. My Additional Maths teacher is amazing, I will get a distinction for A Maths in my O's. Chamanpreet Kaur still freaks the shit out of me. Oh, and Andrew Anthony happens to teach me both History AND Social Studies. I am going to kick some ass in Humanities. Yeah, that about sums up my school life. Boring.

I had a psycho weird but at the same time pretty cool dream on Saturday night (I think?). Can't really remember exactly what happened but I know my mom was caught in the net slightly above the sea with some balloons and the next moment my parents were zombies and there was a shitload of zombies in my house and all hell was breaking loose. Some friends (Can't really remember who but I know it was someone I wasn't even close to. Hell, I think I don't even talk to her. Weird.) and I were trying to fight the zombies. Then I ran out of the house while everyone was caught and some kid zombie chased after me and I don't know what happened in between but I know I snipped that douche's wrist. Oh yeah, I had used a pair of scissors to defend myself against the zombie onslaught, cool. Then I jumped down the stairwell and hung on the pole so that I could see where to land next and that zombie douche tried to snip my wrist with his scissors but I was fast enough and so I landed and started running out to the pool and then I ran into someone's balcony and waited to see where zombie douche was at and when he came out of my lobby he scanned the area and found me and so I jumped into this random neighbor's unit and then I think I woke up. Or I can't remember what happened. Oh and also I know at one point I jumped into the pool to avoid the zombies that were terrorizing the whole condominium and then there was a group of people and we started praying and the zombies started to disintegrate or something and I was like heck yeah I'm gonna kill some zombies but when I reach the zombies they started to regain back their power or something. And then I know at some other point I went back into the house and started to stab the zombies with my pathetic scissors but obviously they didn't hurt one bit. Yeah, cool story bro.

Mom planned a surprise 50th birthday party for my dad today so we got one of his friends to lure him out to play golf while we prep everything else and then everyone will come and we'll have a great big party. I cannot wait for tonight, it's gonna be amazing!

This week also happened to be Sanctification Week and I was supposed to go on Thursday and Friday but I ended feeling really lazy on Thursday so I made it a point to go on Friday. I guess it was kinda ok. Like I sat and listened and there was altar call and I went up cause, well everyone went up and I guess I wasn't feeling anything but when Pastor mentioned fear this wave of emotion suddenly surged through me and I started crying like a baby but after a while it just stopped and I didn't feel anything after that. It's like something just came and left like that and I'm not able to recapture that feeling again. I feel so distant and I feel as if I locked myself up but I don't know how I'm supposed to 'unlock' it. K this is not coming out properly because my mom it here and I can't concentrate.

Till next time, much love X