It must be love 'cause
Everytime you walk away I just fall apart

-Enrique Iglesias, It Must Be Love

That song was on a compilation of unreleased songs that a few artists put together to help Haiti.

See, Enrique Iglesias so charitable. AAR too, but their song was another scary remix of The Wind Blows.

Actually, only self-centered/ignorant public figures didn't do anything at all.

Oh and, Adam Lambert's a Jew. According to Divya, that AL-obsessed friend of mine.

I need a shoebag by Tuesday. Gahhh.

---

So today we[aka me, Lynn, FuYuan, YanZhe, YongHui] met up and ate at Golden Rooster's.

Then we went back to NYPS. Sorry Nat, they suggested it. Sorryyyyy.

Uh, saw a bunch of teachers. And FY just kept sweet-talking. And bragging about the many sports he got into.

Then FY wanted to climb out Gate B because it was closed. And he did.

Then he climbed back in through Gate C. Then he climbed back out.

Then we just daoed him and ran to Gate A to walk out of the school.

Then YanZhe made Lynn carry his bag and FY make me carry his. Meanies.

Then we went to Coro to buy bubble tea. Thankyou FuYuan treating me. Although technically it was just returning me money. Still.

Then we went back to YongHui's house, and they played Band Hero while I attempted to do math. Then I played a bit, ate dinner.

Then went to her room and crapped and the usual stuff.

---

I quote myself.

And I don't like my emotions.

I wanna be like a spy, to be trained to turn off all my emotions, because they're nothing more than a liability.

It'd really be nice, honestly.

Now, I just want to get a nice cold drink, and re-watch Chuck. And not worry about my homework just for this one freaking screwed-up night.

And that's exactly what I should do. Yay for me.

It must be love 'cause
Everytime you walk away I just fall apart

-Enrique Iglesias, It Must Be Love

That song was on a compilation of unreleased songs that a few artists put together to help Haiti.

See, Enrique Iglesias so charitable. AAR too, but their song was another scary remix of The Wind Blows.

Actually, only self-centered/ignorant public figures didn't do anything at all.

Oh and, Adam Lambert's a Jew. According to Divya, that AL-obsessed friend of mine.

I need a shoebag by Tuesday. Gahhh.

---

So today we[aka me, Lynn, FuYuan, YanZhe, YongHui] met up and ate at Golden Rooster's.

Then we went back to NYPS. Sorry Nat, they suggested it. Sorryyyyy.

Uh, saw a bunch of teachers. And FY just kept sweet-talking. And bragging about the many sports he got into.

Then FY wanted to climb out Gate B because it was closed. And he did.

Then he climbed back in through Gate C. Then he climbed back out.

Then we just daoed him and ran to Gate A to walk out of the school.

Then YanZhe made Lynn carry his bag and FY make me carry his. Meanies.

Then we went to Coro to buy bubble tea. Thankyou FuYuan treating me. Although technically it was just returning me money. Still.

Then we went back to YongHui's house, and they played Band Hero while I attempted to do math. Then I played a bit, ate dinner.

Then went to her room and crapped and the usual stuff.

---

I quote myself.

And I don't like my emotions.

I wanna be like a spy, to be trained to turn off all my emotions, because they're nothing more than a liability.

It'd really be nice, honestly.

Now, I just want to get a nice cold drink, and re-watch Chuck. And not worry about my homework just for this one freaking screwed-up night.

And that's exactly what I should do. Yay for me.

QIANYU.

September 9th, 1997.
Nanyang Softball '13.

I like organization and spending time by myself and learning new things.
I also enjoy not talking about my feelings and yelling at people about fictional characters.


Cory Monteith
May 11th, 1982 - July 13th, 2013
no I will never be over this please don't even ask thank you.


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