I sit alone, though people surround me,
Watching superficial people imitating one
Another, disguising what they really are.
These people are the illusion of perfection.

Outsiders deprived of esteem, are forced to
Wear masks. These masks create the perception
Of perfection.

Reality, where sorrow and suffering is invincible.
It is a place where fears feed on Insecurity.
The insecurity caused by the taunting of those superior.
Those who are superior are oblivious to reality.
Inside they are empty, unable to look themselves in the eye.

Perfection is the distortion created by those who cannot escape
The bitter taste of deceit that comforts their shallow minds.
I long to be different to escape from their blind confusion.
I'm losing myself in their hate

sian. tml need go sch le T.T todae Louis came to my house at around 2pm. he crazy sia. wear untill so nice come my house, still got blazer somemore... lols. we played DAL using my pc and laptop. so sian leh, we both keep winning =X hahas. den when i was bathing, he went to my storeroom n take out the uno attack machine, playing and laughing to himself = =" den i join him n he ask me why the thing wont pop up... i laugh lyk crazy n told him tt bcos u nvr push down. LOLS = =" isnt he lame...
now 5pm le still dont wan go home... sian. i mus find a way to drive him out b4 my room become messy XD

ok nth to blog liao. mus work hard for the EOY. but will i? i hope so :/

LOUIS is BANNED from entering my HOUSE XD

hahas.
better still.