last night i was doing my homework.
i was sick of doing the questions.
and i took my psp, and played music.
and
i danced in my bedroom to the beat of Aerodynamite.
breakdance, robot. yadayada, whatever.
o.o , betcha' never see me dance. hah!
~
here comes more dreams.
utterly weird.
ok.
(note: i shall not say the people's name in the dream. cos, hey.)
there i was, sitting in the classroom.
the seating arrangement was all the tables were at the walls of the classroom, like a square.
and i sat beside a boy.
by the left of my sight of me was another boy.
then there was the teacher.
she went like
"class, how's your holidays?"
then one girl said
"stupid lor, brian owes me $8."
then i said in a sarcastic accent
"oh, i owe you eight dollar, blah... blah..."
then the boy on my right was like
"brian! why you so bad."
i ignored him.
then i looked at the boy on my front left,
then he sniggered and i laughed too.
then then.
i woke up.
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ITS::RAVE::MUSIC::I::LOVE
P R O F I L E
me? oh me...
hello ^^ my name is Neil Brian. Brian like his Games, Everyone likeable, someone...maybe? and his Computer, Mozzila Firefox and Microsoft, though at the moment Mozzila Firefox is kinda popular and Microsoft still doubts that Firefox is THAT good. Brian is absolute fan of Any Techno/Dance/Electronica/Rock/Alternative/Oldies Artiste/Band You may not like them, but now you may do, so good for you yeah. Brian currently studies in Ahmad Ibrahim and is sec 2. Brian won't tell you any more about his life, too bad for you. I like it here I like it there but not deep in my heart. SOOO BAD heehee.
4Teen
RANDOM FACTS
RANDOM FACTS
well, i am 14 years old, i just said so.
ONEballoons are friends TWOthey are very VERY colorful friends THREEthey should never be held FOURthey should only be let up to fly in the air
FIVEwhistling is like blowing a balloon of sound SIXa sound that needs no instrument SEVENother than you mouth
EIGHTschool shooting isn't influenced by video games NINEonly by depression and hate
TENi like the letter L
ELEVENinsults are knives of words TWELVEbut should never be stabbed through the heart
THIRTEENdon't you even know? i let you. FOURTEENi love the sound of you walking away...
MUST DO MUST DO
YA!!! MUST DO.
I MUST, I MUST DO:
Think about Life, THE frickin hmwk, Think about this, think a about that, and PLAY!!! (YAY).
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