Greetings.

13/J

Finished the digital storytelling.
Within the short amount of time and irritating pop-up errors I keep getting, I produced a lousy piece of work.

Unfortunately, I did not have a thumbdrive at that point in time.
Fortunately, Huda asked me to pass it to her so she saved my ass.
Then I sent her this e-mail pretending to be a boss and she was my secretary.
Sounds so work.

I didn't know I could be good in Literature.
No, I'm lying, I've always been good at Lit.
My poems bear a strong message.

When all seems lost, do not give up hope for it is all you have.
Cool yo.

After listening to a few of MJ's songs, it's like a fatal lighting strike of revelation to the head.
Let's heal the world and stop this bullshit we call HATE.

14/J

I was feeling happy today.
Not a thing to frown about.
And Fiq and Jo were going crazy at my happiness.
Well, there are some things better to be kept to yourself.
Especially when you know your friends are going to make stupid comments at that info.
Khom was supportive though.
And they came up with a conspiracy theory that I was hiding a motive under my'act'.
What?
A guy can't be happy just like that?
And so I did not feel so happy after that.

Chinese class was slow.
Sloww.
Teacher so boring.
Where's Beku?


Currently waiting for some stuff.
1. Prison break.
2. Nizam to give me the book.
3. Eat.
4. My money.