When I heard the news on Friday morning, I was shocked. I couldn't believe he would die so young. Ok maybe 50 isn't young but stlil, he was going to stage a comeback!! Like hello?? Isn't this unfair, he didn't even get to perform for the world. And it's really quite sad that he will be even more popular in his death than when he was alive :/ But his music will live on foreva and he's an icon man. And the scariest thing, all the parallels to Elvis Presley. I really liked his songs and there's just  no denying his talent, be it dancing skills or singing prowess. He was an all rounder, a performer, an entertainer. The paparazzi should just stay out of his personal life anyway. Then we wouldn't know all about the wacko stuff he does. Rest in peace, Michael Joseph Jackson.









Paramore fans, stuff your faces with this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG AM I STOKED OR WHAT FINALLY YAY I CAN'T WAIT FOR BRAND NEW EYES TO BE RELEASED 

And over the weekend, I caught Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen :D





I would say it's bigger but I don't know about the better part. It involved loads of running, loads of scared faces, loadsof panting and a crazy amount of explosions. So yes, to big. The plot was scanty at best and well, it was loud for one thing. Due to the explosions and action sequences. It was really quite funny though, so maybe the movie wasn't half-bad. Bumblebee was adorable !!! Go catch it if you haven't, it's worth it (:
Oh, and while I was in the cinema, there was this annoying kid talking loudly and kicking the chair half the time. Hullo, parents??? What were you guys doing? Drooling at Megan Fox??????

Common Tests are tomorrow. And I really really really can't wait to get it over and done with seriously. I haven't been doing much studying at all, and even if I did, I doubt I'd understand it or I would even get through my thick skull. Why has the holidays gone by so fast D: And time flies cuz I'm turning 17 soon. Okay I'm not happy about it only because there's econs paper on my birthday and it's a bloody afternoon paper. Meaning, I don't get to celebrate and open my bottles of champagne. A thousand curses on whose ever's head.