there's nothing to blog about presently. i've been busy trying to figure out the possibility of emerging victorious in the upcoming competition. and i guess we stand on a platform that will breakaway anytime becuase the school's sound system is extremely similar to chicken's shit. yeah, we got singers who can sing better than the stupid act emo paul twohill whose mom won't pay for his haircut and the stupid act cute monkey joakim gomez, and obviously, a guitarist whom got his insane step-pedals recently. but still, the speakers won't approve our playing. so, just pray hard lor. maybe we should call ourselves the noise pollution band.

hello. young people are getting fcked everyday in this era, and it all begins when a girl thinks that the pimple on the guy's left cheek is perfectly placed, and his eyes are like crystal, cept that it owns a nipple. but who cares. i am bored. i repeat. i am bored.