I hate the way you think you are omnipotent and someone so, all knowing. It makes me sick to my guts and though sometimes i seem as if i don't mean a shit i say, i actually do. I may laugh things off, but inside me, i'm screaming, shut the fuck up, seriously. I don't need you to rotate my watch just to see what brand it is, casue seriously, i don't fucking care, i'm not like you. I don't need credit cards to survive, i don't need extravagant amount of money to spurge, i know my limits, i'm not like you. And hopefully, i'll never be you. I hate spoilt people, i've tried tolerating, but i've come to realize that my tolerance for them is zero. I don't need to know your next purchase, i don't need you to tell me where you're going to eat next, i don't need to know what you're going to get next. These superficial things just ain't what i care about, cause i don't give two hoots about it. Unlike you, i know what my values are and my stand of things. For one, i know that money doesn't fall from the sky, and hopefully, you'll get it screwed into your head someday. Think that i'm poor for all i care, i didn't say i was rich to start off with.

Anyway, after being here for nearly nine months now, i've come to realize that people keeps observing what you wear, what brand your thing are and stuff, and i'm totally not cool with that. School's like a fashion house, everyone, a mannequin in it. From shirts, to jackets, to jeans, to shoes, everyone looks at it, not casue it's nice, but because they want to know what brand it is. Seriously, grow up, casue it's fucking immature. Being the most branded kid around, doesn't make you the coolest kid.

It's now the hols, after a long hectic term 3. And it's only 5 more weeks of real school before final years. Gosh, time is flying past and i guess, time to really start working harder, to get my arse into uni. Hols been good, market at Abbotsford convent, 500 days of summer and funny people with orgasmic storyline and lousy endings, royal melb show where the ride was sick, like a crazy ride which literally makes you sick, and the showbags. Been catching up on loss sleep, eating too much, exercising and more exercising and hopefully, will get down to studying, watch UP-3D, brighton, rose market and getting a well-deserved holga and maybe, you.

A very happy (un)birthday to you, cause i doubt you'd remember me.
And it's been 27, hope HE is treating you well there.