i'll tell you the truth. its much easier to write in here. they've got prettier stuff, user-friendly and you get to do the same stuff too. except you don't really have much choices with the layout. well, at least you get to type in a nice box unlike diaryland. diaryland is everyones diary. there are just too many people using this. with my layout, i can't make this weblogged. and others could just read all my past entries in merely two clicks! but with this, it'd be a little harder. besides, you could keep some of your entries private. why, its still a blog.

i'm having fun in school now. we've been telling so many ghost stories. yihui and her friend went up to the clock tower one day, and saw this patch of brown on the wall. she thought it was blood or something and she got so scared she ran down to the chapel and said a prayer. she's awfully funny, i tell you. about her neighbour and that squash ball in his throat, she deserves an entry. maybe i should have an annual slammm` award. given to those who'd be nominated by you. under the various -name-it-yourself- categories. there'd be an award for anyone. even that woman who got so frightened by me, she wrote a letter to my father.

school work is getting on my nerves. i used to keep saying, people get on other peoples nerves. but you know what. pressure and all gets on peoples nerves too, but it all boils down to people too! so its all about the same, what am i talking about. over here, its as if we're all forced to study and get good grades and go to university and get the best job in the world and make a million even before you're old and haggard. cos everything is just moving so fast and you can't seem to keep up and if you want to keep up you'd just have to work twice as fast. i go at my own pace and my dads screaming at me to go faster. its like a race we run. fast runners will always overtake you but that doesn't mean you'd run twice as fast just to overtake them and when you get so tired you just stop and rest and they still win! its better if you run at your own pace and still manage to finish the race, in a reasonable time. hmmm, i don't think i'm making any sense. if he happens to read this, he'd still have something to say. perhaps its in the genes. he doesn't take history, umm i think. but he could tell me a hundred and one things on how i should answer my history questions and all in an hour. he talks this much and maybe that is why i talk that much too.