Sha Elektra

Four letter word just to get me along
It’s a difficulty and I’m biting on my tongue
And I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around got to find something to say now

Holding back, everyday's the same
Don’t want to be a loner listen to me
Oh no I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name

They call me Hell. They call me Stacey. They call me Her. They call me Jane.
That's not my name. That's not my name. That's not my name. That's not my name.
They call me quiet girl but I’m a riot . Mary, Jo or Lisa... Always the same.
That's not my name. That's not my name. That' s not my name. That's not my name.

I miss the catch if they throw me the ball
I’m the last chick standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now

So alone all the time at night lock myself away
Listen to me I’m not
Although I’m dressed up out and all
With everything considered they forget my name

Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?

That song is my drug for now. It's addictive but the sad thing is, they went mainstream. Pffffft. Anyway....... Some pictures from the weekend.





I really can't recall what exactly happened on Saturday except that I almost fell into the river. I had cuts and bruises. I had a shock. I am the champion. And then yesterday, Ketam treated Vic and I dinner at Vivo. Coincidentally that was where all of us first met. 1st June marks the 6th month. A quick lowdown on Ketam is that he eat breathe shit sleep dream fuck sing listen jazz jazz jazz. We both love jazz! Jazz is sex. Anyway Vic and I are really thankful :D Mmm some random photos...

On a random note, I missed sneakers carnival yesterday too. Nicgan Siqi Backside Fatty all thought I was coming, but I didn't.
It suddenly strucked me and made me fed up. What happened to the word priorities in my life?

And another thing. I don't like mats. Bloody hell, I hate mats. I think mats should just bury themselves. Period.

Oh and art. I haven't done shizzles yet and I don't feel like going to school to do coursework. I just want to sleep/rot/watch tv/eat/laugh/do my own things at my own time. I don't want to catch up on maths/chem/art or even drag myself to school everyday. I don't like to study and I will never like studying. I thought I was really dead on to hit La Salle once I finish Os but now I'm damn fucking aimless. School fees, materials, blah blah blah, status, image, whatever rubbish. Roar I'm so so so so so so frustrated cibai. And I don't know what happened to her. Is it safe to say that it was just another short-lived happiness? Too many already lah fuck.

And my point to all of that is... I'm sick and tired of everything. I suck , goodbye.

Mucho love,
Sha xoxo