I am what I am
I can't help myself
And if you don't like it
Get with somebody else
I'll never change my ways
It's not a phase
This is how it is and this is how it's gonna stay
Because I am what I am I know what I'm not
I'm not the type of guy That doesn't know how good he's got it
And I won't back down
Won't come around
Saying that I changed cause
That's not how it's going down


And I know
Wherever I go
I know where I stand
I am what I am


I am what I am
What can I say?
I'm gonna be this way
Right up until my dying day
Because that's how it goes head to my toes
And if it doesn't show well
I just had to let you know
Because I am what
I am And nobody else
And if you've got a problem
Better take it somewhere else
Because I can't turn back
I'm right on track
And if you think you know
Well then you better check your facts



Oh can't you see I'm just being me
I can't be you And I don't want to be
Don't try to get Inside my head
Cause what you see is what you get



I can't help it. I love the Jonas Brothers for their cheesy songs. It's not surprising coming from a High School Musical fan. Cheesy songs make my day!



Day by day, I feel more and more unfit. I can't climb the stairs without panting. I can't run for the bus without sighing as I tap my ezlink card upon boarding. This is bad. Bad bad bad. Gone are the days when I could run for at least 6 rounds without halting in between. If you threw me back into the court right now, I will run a little, chase after the ball and in next to no time, I would have collapsed in the benches.



So work has been fine. I love dressing up. It's become a routine ever since the year started. I am no longer shackled to the daily monotonous schedule of studying. Talking about studying, I can still hardly believe A levels is over for good. Perhaps it is this feeling that has brought upon the numerous nightmares about A levels.



Recently, I have been having dreams involving myself sitting for an A level paper but having not prepared for it. No doubt I sit for the test. It is horrible so I freak out and scream for the timtable for the rest of the A level papers. I wake up in horror and then, sinks in the relief that it was all a dream. At times, working can be more tiring than school. I start work at nine and end at six. By the time I reach home, I have dinner and plonk myself on the couch to watch a movie or some other interesting programme. Soon I fall into deep slumber. Ocassionally, I drag my lifeless body to my bed and continue my dear sleep. Since the year started, I have been constantly waking up at either 3 or 4 oclock sharp. It's rather uncanny because the needle rests not a minute less or more. I stay awake for about an hour before I fall back to sleep. Such a waste of time. Yet, that's how it's been for my nights.



When I get to work, I sit in my chair for 3 hours, go out for lunch and stretch a little, return to the office only to continue staring at the computer for another 5 hours. My neck hurts. My back hurts. My eyes hurt. I stare at figures and names all day and drooling at the fashionably high income of wealthy bankers and the likes. I swear I'm gonna get myopia for sure. 18 years of perfect eyesight are gonna vanish. There is no greenery or windows for me to stare out of to rest my weary eyes. The only consolation is a calendar which sits on my table containing scenic pictures of meadows and rivers. So I stare at them. They don't help much. Obviously.



I am now staring at an ice cream badge I got from attending Rachel and Renette's birthday party last friday. It is kinda cute. There are 2 ants on my table now. I am gonna smash them soon. Yes, I'm evil. Okay, mission accomplished.