I hope my mom ordered the A&F Deborah shirt in navy. Pleasepleaseplease. I went back to the Abercrombie and Fitch site, and I looked at the shirt again. And I looked at my account, and they said that top in my size is sold out. And you guessed it, I was this close to tears. I hope my mom ordered it before it got sold out. Or else, I think I won't be speaking till I find a nice shirt to replace that shirt ):

Being a teenager is like, being a kid and an adult at the same time. And for us teenagers, it is almost impossible. Think typical, obviously. It's just how our parents always say, we're sixteen, and we're all grown up, but they treat us like toddlers. Ironic, is it not? I mean, how can someone be all matured and be treated like a kid? It's so difficult to be a teenager. What's more, in such a stressful and competitive society, who wants to spend their youth studying for PSLE, O' Levels, and then maybe, A' Levels? Oh my goodness, please. Goodness Gracious.

School has been rather painful. Or maybe, that's because I was in pain, physically. Taekwondo, and then morning runs, and then P.E. Chinese New Year Celebration, was like a run around thing. Oh my goodness. I should really slow down huh? My legs have been crying since wednesday. Not literally, but yeah. Especially when I sit and stand. Funny thing is, after I greet the teacher, I will sit {OUCHHH}, and then the teacher for the next lesson comes in, I have to stand again {OUCHHH}. WELLLLL.

Gotta go, lotsa test next week.
Ciao, wish me luck.

Anne, take a leap of faith.