and 43 has arrived. sigh. im still in a sad mood. sigh. no idea why. and if you somehow manage to irritate me, i will fig you.

i can only get my iphone earliest next week. ): cause the line is bundle, then under my aunt, who registered under my grandpa, so if i cancle my line and make a new line under my mother then some thingy will be gone. then need check with the m1 people, and i can only buy with my parents on weekend. so next weekend. and after next weekend is class chalet. whoopee. i realize how through typing moods are easily concealed. sarcasm isnt very obvious too. especially the subtle ones.

i dont want to be me. i dont like me and i dont like my life. i want to be somebody else. or grow older. older as in 18 ish or 20ish. then i'll be free-er. i wanna be somebody else. gah.

and i still wonder what happens to rockstars. they cant release albums till they're 50 or something. like, how long will a group last? after that, what do they do? entertainment? acting? you realize how after a few years, a group tends to die off. oh well. i probably wont find out.

and i realize singapore, as an artist producer, doesnt really work. if we want to get famous, we probably have to go far far away. i wonder how singaporean english singers appear. where do they go? if they sing chinese, they can go to taiwan. where do the english ones go? somehow, i think chinese/korean/japan seem more famous. their lives seem more. just more. i think the language sounds better than english. maybe i'll learn korean or japanese when i go older and migrate and just disappear.

cause life doesnt go the way you want.

and 43 has arrived. sigh. im still in a sad mood. sigh. no idea why. and if you somehow manage to irritate me, i will fig you.

i can only get my iphone earliest next week. ): cause the line is bundle, then under my aunt, who registered under my grandpa, so if i cancle my line and make a new line under my mother then some thingy will be gone. then need check with the m1 people, and i can only buy with my parents on weekend. so next weekend. and after next weekend is class chalet. whoopee. i realize how through typing moods are easily concealed. sarcasm isnt very obvious too. especially the subtle ones.

i dont want to be me. i dont like me and i dont like my life. i want to be somebody else. or grow older. older as in 18 ish or 20ish. then i'll be free-er. i wanna be somebody else. gah.

and i still wonder what happens to rockstars. they cant release albums till they're 50 or something. like, how long will a group last? after that, what do they do? entertainment? acting? you realize how after a few years, a group tends to die off. oh well. i probably wont find out.

and i realize singapore, as an artist producer, doesnt really work. if we want to get famous, we probably have to go far far away. i wonder how singaporean english singers appear. where do they go? if they sing chinese, they can go to taiwan. where do the english ones go? somehow, i think chinese/korean/japan seem more famous. their lives seem more. just more. i think the language sounds better than english. maybe i'll learn korean or japanese when i go older and migrate and just disappear.

cause life doesnt go the way you want.