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Sneijder has nothing to do with what I'm about to write but I'm posting this photo because I feel like it.

Here's a confession.

I used to like Glee. I liked it, but not to the point of obsessing over it that I had to stream the newest episode the moment it was aired on American TV or even before *cough* like Aziemah *cough*. I watched it when I felt like watching it. And I think it wasn't a surprise that Sue Sylvester was my favourite character.

And then, something happened.

I think from all the use of past tenses you should know how I feel about Glee now.

Earlier this year, I went on a pulau trip and spent about 14 hours on the road. And as you guessed it, 14 hours of songs from Glee. It wasn't my car and I didn't know these people back then so I couldn't just told them to...ummm......listen to my iPod instead. I swear, if I hear that Crush song one more time, I'm definitely going to start a murdering rampage. It was an absolute torture.

Now even the thought of Glee makes me sick. I can't even imagine what would happen if I watch the abundances of Glee clips now. Most probably I'd just vomit for hours and fall into a coma.

Looking back, I can't quite comprehend why I could stomach Glee all those eons ago. Glee is just......I don't know, gay-(very original)?

Now I'm gonna watch clips of kitties so that I can wash off the Glee taste from my mind (I know it's mouth, don't bother correcting me).