wow, this blog has been like a ghost-town webby blog. have not touch this blog for like super long. reason being:- too busy with school. no time to type and to tired to think. my friends were right, guess its time to shut this blog down. they shut down theirs cause they say its useless. haa haa. i'll consider it.

ooh, the ex-minister came to my school. no idea why the heck he was there. everyone was like ," omg, its him." and i was like,"okay" whatever. haa haa.

we left the school after taking a glimpse of look of mr lee. and one of my friend were like, he look so cute lor with the hair like that.

head home after. nothing much to do. haa haa

this is the stupidest thing ive ever typed down. lol
 


I don't want to put on my make-up
Just like every girl in a magazine
That's not who I am when I wake up
That's not who I want to be
There's so much more to me

That meets the eye
It's in life
I know what thing

It doesn't really matter
What you wear
Let the people stare
'Cause we are who we are
Who we are, who we are

It doesn't really matter
What car you drive
It's good to be alive
'Cause we are who we are
Who we are, who we are

Tell me baby
Do I look like the real thing?
Would you change the color of my eyes?
Tell me
Why my television's filling me with lies?

It doesn't really matter
What you wear
Let the people stare
'Cause we are who we are
Who we are, who we are

It doesn't really matter
What car you drive
It's good to be alive
'Cause we are who we are
Who we are, who we are

There's beauty on the inside
And so beautiful, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah

It doesn't really matter
What you wear
Let the people stare
'Cause we are who we are
Who we are, who we are

It doesn't really matter
What car you drive
It's good to be alive
'Cause we are who we are
Who we are, who we are

It doesn't really matter
What you wear
Let the people stare
'Cause we are who we are
Who we are, who we are

It doesn't really matter
What car you drive
It's good to be alive
'Cause we are who we are
Who we are, who we are
 

Entertaining is something I do for a living
It's not who I am, I'd like to think that I'm pretty normal,
I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, I think
I suck sometimes,
But when you're in the spotlight,
Everything seems good,
Sometimes I feel like i have it worse cause I have to always keep my guard up,
I don't know who to trust, I don't know who wants to date me for who I am,
Or who wants to be my friend for who I really am,

Who am I living for?
Is this my limit, Can I endure some more
Chances are given, Question Existing