dis is such a bad time to blog. but i can't help it.



i feel like crying. i'm on the verge of crying.


mother ang juz told me dat the nurse of the national dental centre or dunno wat juz called her. n told her my turn for braces has come.



i DO wan braces.


but i oso wan to perform for the band concert. n for the sch's ndp.


pls, no.



my nsoe is getting stuffy. dere's a big lump in my throat. two tears slide down my face. i can't have the best of 2 worlds.



i wan braces so bad. but i oso wan to perform. i'm not not going to perform, not after all dat hard work through those mths. y couldn't the nurse call me like next yr???


i wonder how jean did it. jean, my ex senior. but i remember her always complaining dat her mouth hurt. her teeth hurt.



now i'll have to queue up again for the next turn, after 4 yrs of waiting. i really shouldn't have joined band. maybe i should've juz stayed in library. maybe not.



oh no. depression is coming again. after i fought so hard to get it off last yr.



i wan braces. i need braces.


i wan to perform. i need to perform.



sometimes it's hard to differentiate between a need & a want.