OHYMHEART. Listening to this makes me feel so happy, like the crazy type of happy that borderlines on slightly obsessive because it's just HIS VOICE but OH HE IS SO CUTE, like, omg, I would just listen to this again and again and again even if I don't understand what the heck he's saying except at the first bit where I was like HAHA, YOU ARE A BASEBALL IDIOT OMG, YOU ADMITTED IT, OMG, IT'S BECAUSE YOU ACCEPT THAT AS YOUR NICK NAME BECAUSE YOU SECRETLY LOVE GOKUDERA HEEHEE, I mean, he's so cute, I love his voice.

AND HE'S THE 雨の守護者 (RAIN GUARDIAN) BECAUSE HE'S YAMAMOTO TAKESHI. THE LAST BIT, OH MY HEART.

I mean, apart from the fact that the starting sounded like the National Anthem and the first time I listened to it I was like HOLY SHIT, MAJULAH SINGAPURA. Which BTW, I TOTALLY SING DURING MORNING ASSEMBLIES. I don't even know why, I suppose it's to make up for my lack of patriotism when I was back in St. Nicks but since I'm surrounded by men in white in RJC, I might as well suck up to the government now just in case I get hauled off one day for idk doing drugs or because someone fell repeatedly onto a knife I was holding.

Yeah.

Anyway, I wasn't suppose to go on a random tangent about y'know the love of my life Yamamoto.

TODAY WAS GOOD GOOD-ohshitwhatdidigetmyselfinto?. Yeah, in that order. Because Japanese class was GOOD, apart from the fact that I can't pronounce phrases that are too long because it's like a freaking tongue-twister and I don't listen to Omae-sensei very well (but I like the fact that now I can say 'Because I don't like your face' in Japanese). Oh, and I should stop wasting money on too-sweet Starbucks coffee every week. But it's addictive. AND THERE'S A POPCORN STAND NEARBY. Which is tempting.

Lunch was GOOD. Even though I may have killed myself if the nice waitressgirl didn't come and help me cook my food. Because we went to some Teppanyaki place in Ion where you've got to cook your own food. And... Well... IT'S DIFFICULT OKAY. But they've got these super cute wooden spoons which ARE SO CUTE. Though I ate only one scoop of rice with them, but that is besides the point.

BUT DANCE WAS NOT GOOD. It was HORRIFYING and BAD because I'm a total n00bshit compared to everyone there. It's like OMGKILLMENAOTHISISBAD, and I couldn't catch practically the whole cheorography. My brain has to up its processing speed because I will freaking die if this carries on. EEEEEEP! Oh, but it was supersupersuperfun!, even the bits which hurt like crap because it was all like HOHO, CONDITIONINGGG, YES, LET'S DO SCARY THINGS THAT HURT BECAUSE Y'KNOW IT'S SUPPOSE TO MAKE YOU STRONG AND IDKWHAT.

Nghhhhhhhh, I'm looking forward to next week's dance session yet I know I'm going to make a fool of myself being fifty-nine beats behind everyone else and about eighty moves behind (hahaseewhatididthere? i hate myself so much this time, heehee, 8059). But IT'S FUN. Rawr.

I NEED TO BE BETTER.
*levels up Shonen Manga style!*

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