I looked so carefree. Look at me now.

 
N.B. Jumpers can jump high; just look at the knee levels.

Haha. For some reason the song just came to my mind? It's gonna be another 1am night tonight! I went to school today realising how behind time I am for everything again. I thought I finally caught up, but I realised next week's the project/assignment week. Maybe we'll have another class-sleeping session like we had last year;

Rahhhh. I want to go back tothe good o' times I could finish my homework by 3pm and watched tv till 9pm when I tucked myself in to bed.

My mum just made me fed up again. We were walking form the carpark to some place for dinner and I was singing, then she asked me to keep quiet and stop singing. And I asked her if my singing was that bad, and she said "yah what". I seriously can't stand it. Why is it so that other parents can praise their kids to encourage them even when they have no talent, or why she herself can praise so many people when she just can't praise her own son. Like, I have to wait for other people who I'm not even close to to tell me that I have a very nice voice, or that my compositions are good.

All she ever said was, "i thought you very creative?" when she asked how come I didn't take part in Word Explosion. I mean like, if she can say that others have the gift/talent, why can't she just ever acknowledge that I have God-given talent/inspiration?

It's frustrating enough to have friends saying that I sing horribly whether they are joking or not; now my mum honestly thinks I do?