Maroon Bedspreads.

Friday went fo' Bboy-seniors class. Windmills, 10ugly rounds.
It spells pain.
Bruises on my left right shoulders, back of my neck, both knees, lower back. Damn, I'm sleeping with my back straightened whole night.

And so, it's mum's birthday. When I got home she saw the bruises.
Her: How come you got so much bruises?
Me: Dance lo.
Her: Dance until so tough, dont dance better la.

Not the first time mum. But can't stop, won't stop.

Saturday went to Suntec.
It's always the same feeling. Next year, it's a promise to myself.
'Cause I'm good nuff to you, doesnt mean I'm not dope nuff on my own.
Oh welllllllllllll.
It's like, 1.5weeks left, and it'll be officially a break.
Can't talk.
Can't wait!

Issues.
Got so much to address, will do soon.