i'm feeling happy, happy happy happy. easter is today... lalalala... of course, it's not that i'm happpy just because i get to eat the chocolate eggs.. there's a deeper meaning behind the easter eggs. and i'm wondering where the hell the easter bunny is supposed to come in. in jesus's resurration, i know that eggs are a symbol of new life. and bunnies? are they supposed to be new life too? because they look oh so cute and small and fragile? maybe. but the good thing was that cheryl actually dragged her fat ass outta bed and made it to church. ^^ hard to believe? i thought so too.

argh. life is plain UNFAIR. guess i'm feeling the strain of being a sec 4. you know the essay we wanted to do? yeh, me and sonya came up with the factors already. without yy. *sobs* we actually wanted to start writing it but then we felt extremely lazy and if we did the essay without yy, it'll just be plain unfair. to us. hee. so of course we waited and gossiped. the gossip queens. no lar. but it's fun. talking to sonya, i mean.

wow, i cant believe that my music teacher actually felt happy with me enough to praise me on saturday. figures that practicing your scales until 100++ would make her happy. it's not easy you know. we hafta go back to school tomorrow. no need for reminders, eh, people? well, it'll be the start of a brand new week. whoopie. i just can't contain my excitement. someone just shoot me.

i didn't even get to go out. i mean, on a shopping trip or anything fun like that. no dinner outside, no lunch at nice restuarents. and it really is not nice to have your parents think that you need to keep the drinking problem down. wad drinking problem? i dun think i have a drinking problem. i just drink more than the average 16 yr old, that's all. "she went to denmark and came back a drunkard." right. their famous phrase. pick of the year. so wad if i drank more than 4 glasses there? champagne, white and red wine. very good quality too. i need a drink. just kidding, but i can control it, you see. and it's not as if i'll try to solve my problems with drinking. right? of course not. i'll solve my problems with screaming the whole house down and making my mum mad. that's the only logical solution.

hey, nette? wad did yy do to you? wad did she do???!!!! you're practically praising the very ground she walks on!! have you been brainwashed? ok, i know yy's cute and everything, and she's always there for people, but god! too much praise is a bad thing for yy, since we dun want her head to get anymore swollen than it already is, ja? ok, me sister is cursing bad words. and spitting at me. gtg.