My Future and some really dope shit

i've been thinking about my future. so after secondary4, whats next? am i really going to poly? i dont know. maybe cuz i dont have a magical ball to see the future. but the thing is, im starting to think about the arts schools like NAFA and Lasalle. woah. they are the shit. but its really going to be difficult to get in either one. but anyways, the 2 things im thinking about for this entry: bass and bboy. its gonna be real difficult to get in either one. mainly cuz i dont have a background for either one. so anyways, i really need some opinions and stuff. i need to make a choice. soon. so yea. whoever who comes here, please comment. i really need some opinions. like if you think i really wouldnt be able to make it, just say i suck at blah-blah, and some constructive crticism for me. i really cant screw things up at this point. thanks dudes and dudettes all over.

okay next, is a few really sick/dope/ill shit. if you dont what art is, this is it:

and you thought the 'Mona Lisa' was nice. how insane is this?? its crazy. well, its my friend's one. so credit to her. lets hear a 'woot woot'. okay. want to see more of her drawings? go to http://www.thefreddiebirdshop.blogspot.com/. dopeshit. oh another one is http://www.blublu.org/. no pictures from that dude on my blog (i think its copyrighted). well, this is ill. unbelievable crazy. its something you'd go goo-goo-gaa-gaa for. so yea.

oh and to the people who screwed my lovely table and my personalised chair, lets all give you 3 cheers for your childishness. im pretty sure we all know how you guys really are. oh wells, no use giving shit about you 'L's. more importantly, let us take time to remember the table for what it was,how it was and its beauty, and not for how immaturity is highlighted in its death. so heres a memorial for it:

and one last thing, that coconut really needs a shave. and a lollipop.

rest well my dear. the day approaches. ever so invitingly. hope things turn out better than ever this time. i love you... always.