For we must all learn to howl.

I'm sick. Well, not really sick, more of the I-feel-that-I'm-gonna-fall-sick-soon kind of thing. I've lost my voice (going back to my husky roots, I don't understand why so many people say it sounds sexy. LOL.), and it sounds like I'm coming down with a cold, what with all the other symptoms that I would really prefer not to list here. Truth be told, I can feel that it's fatigue-induced. Without a doubt. I've been sleeping pretty late these few weeks (slightly past midnight, which is okay for teenagers but not okay for parents) and getting up pretty early, like 6.15am or so. Even on a Saturday I get up at 8 or 9, and that's the latest I can sleep. Sighs. Darn this infernal body clock. But then again, I've tried sleeping early and getting up late, and you know what? I feel just as bad. Maybe even worse. I feel worse everyday, and I'm really getting worried for my health. Sigh. Anyone care to sponsor coffee for me? {feel like I need an expresso.....

BOOYAW. It's raining, I'm cold and bored and tired. LOL.

I am..... - tomboyish - loud - naive - irritating - not pretty - annoying - less than perfect in so many ways But I am..... - not afraid to get dirty and have fun - not afraid to speak my mind and voice out - willing to believe the best in anyone - inquinsitive, and unafraid to ask - not fugly - dependable - loyal to a fault (I will die for people if I have to) - trustworthy - the best friend you will ever have, if you give me the chance to be - less than perfect in so many ways...... - but almost-perfect in so many more. Yes, I'm putting this up in case I ever get depressed again and need the emotional help. Haters F**K OFF.

I have never been perfect. I've always been fully aware of this statement, and yet have always felt comfortable enough to be me. But now I feel as though my inner strength and self-worth are being tested to the core. It's like for every time I tell myself that I am beautiful in my own right and deserve to be have the chance, my chance , to shine, there are at least 10 others who shoot me down and stomp all over me. If I were to describe myself as a doll right now, I'd be the dirty ragdoll that you would find thrown into the drain, waiting for the right person to see through all the layers of grime and filth and see, really see , the beauty inside that could be revealed if given the chance. I wore a skirt to school today. Ever since April, which was when school started, I'd been wearing jeans and a graphic tee, along with my beat-up sneakers, so the need to show my slightly girlier side was pretty much eating away at me. Yes, I wore a skirt with a tee to school today, an...

Okay, I haven’t been up for quite some time now, and I apologise. I’ve been bogged down with homework, tests, projects and guy problems. So what else is new, right? :) Oh, I’ve just turned seventeen! ^.^ Yay me! So, I’m now seventeen, three cheers and all that. Now I’m officially a young-woman-in-waiting. Just one more year to go! Hmm, my birthday was kind of embarrassing, I guess… I’d been dragged to Malaysia (against my will, I might add) and so I celebrated there, with a ginormous cake, much singing of the birthday song, and with a whole group of complete strangers . Fun, huh. I usually prefer my birthday to be a low-key affair (unless I’m with my closest friends, then that’s another story XD), but my aunt, being the very eager beaver that she is, went to town with the whole thing, very conveniently forgetting how emotionally scarring a birthday can be for a teenage girl. If I’m with my sistahs, then HELL YEAH I love a good celebration, but with strangers, and middle-aged strangers...