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Friday, January 8, 2010 . 1/08/2010 11:04:00 PM

I'm in an extremely pissed off mood right now. Which is why I'm writing this entry. I need to blow up the temper I feel welling up inside me, since I promised myself I won't lose my temper as often as I did before. Keyword: Not as often as before. Doesn't mean I won't explode again.

Al least I still get to drown myself in words, in the worlds of fictions, and forget everything else, to calm myself down. And sing to myself too, but I can't do that in public, right? I'm not the world's best singer, you know.

Today was, I won't say it's good, but I won't say it's bad either. Some good things happened, and some bad things complemented the day.

Just listened to this singer perform on this Japanese New Year's countdown. More interested in her piano. She played it so well, and my skills are just a hundredth of that singer's skills. But I'm starting to notice her songs. Well, she sang a Final Fantasy song:D

The lyrics of this song has such great meaning. I shall post it one day.


Don't you absolutely hate it when you spent time and effort composing a passage, and then the damn html or whatever decided to become a little haywire, and erased whatever you've written? I absolutely loathe that. But I shan't write out whatever I've written just now. It's just too long, and I'm real tired now.

One day, I'm just gonna switch to livejournal. Blogger's driving me real crazy with the slow loading process, terrible html and random cyber bullies.