New Obsessions

I just went to my blog. I swear I just went, and I saw this tag by Xinyi telling me to UPDATE and also to listen to ViViD, which is this Visual Kei band from Tokyo. Trusting her, I went on to YouTube.

The moment I clicked onto the links, the only thing I could think of was, "Oh God, Xinyi knows me very well." I LOVE YOU, GIRL! New band to fangirl over~~~~~~

I haven't been updating at all because I have very simply been way too busy. I have loads of schoolwork to do, and there is the Dreams production that Teatro is acting in (I'm a mime! WHOOHOO :D) and there are also my personal problems that I need to handle. It's taking everything I have to listen to those around me who actually care about me and listen to their advice to stay strong and not give in to the voices in my head. I have to hang in there.

Moving on, there's Dreams this Friday in TP Auditorium 1! Tickets are $6 each, and I know that's a bit steep, but rest assured that it is worth the pain. We've got TP Teatro (WHOOOOOOO!!!), Chorale, DivoDiva, Dance (I think), MusicVox, CO and so on and so forth. We're all working so hard to make this year's Dreams a success!

I have to go now, but well, I'll do my best to update when I can! Tired though.... But I'm not gonna abandon my blog like that! It means too much to me~~~ :)

Once again, thanks Xinyi! I'm a fan of ViViD now!!! <3

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