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Wednesday, August 06, 2008


How could you play this game of pretend and play the part of a friend?
How could you be so thoughtless, how could you want this all to end?

How could you pull the floor from beneath me when I just learned how to stand?
Please, could you just explain this to me, Because I don't understand..

Friends are being such a pain in the ass.
Especially this unreliable jerk, _ _ _ _ _ _. (not classmates ah)
He has been such a nuisance lately.
He's a good for nothing (insertword).
He only cares for himself. I repeat, h-i-m-s-e-l-f.
He's such a moron la.

It'll be amazing if that girl that he admires would turn him down.
hah. I am crueeel.
D:

Tsk
Probably, I''ll be busy for the whole of next week.
As usual, there will be more of those unex
pected dance rehearsals.
plus activities.
]x

Speaking about dance rehearsals,I don't think I would want to perform a retro dance .
cause I'm like sooooooooooo shy to dance that in front of the whole sc
hool .
Like hello(?), who would actually want to make a fool of themselves on stage ,
plus having 200+ pairs of eyes watching you ?
seriously,I'd rather choose street jazz than retro.
0____________________0'

Oh, did I mention how great my academic results were ?
Like from the past few days. (:
I have been getting those A1s' for my

History,Geography,Maths plus Science.
Unbelievable, isn't it ?

Unfortunately, my parents aren't proud of me.
They (obviously) think that I d
idn't do well enough. -__-
Like what the hell, isn't A1 a nice grade ?(!!)
Furthermore, I studied hard for those tests.
Don't I at least deserve some fucking appreciation or praise ?


Moving on.

Remember the post about those digital pets
that I have been craving for ?
hah. Now, I own two tamagot
chi.
Hell yeaaaaaaaah.
I bought one for myself. and I received another one from Ahmas,
for our 1 year anniversary. (:
I can't believe that he was wil
ling to buy that $40 gadget.
awwww, He was just being nice.
I think ?

But I am waaaaaay nicer,okay.
I gave him a cute big big teddy bear.
(and someone was jealous.) (:
I gave him a black watch.
I gave him a cap.
I gave him a beautiful bottle, full of those colourful stars.

I know I'm quite nice, right ? >.<
zZz. someone in school said that I'm rich .(?)
what in the world.. I'm not fucking rich.
Obviously.The gifts that I bought for him are only 100+ ?
Like tell me, who can't afford that kind of sum ?

In conclusion,
I think he would only like/love the cap.
Hah.

Omfg.
I regret for not putting my green file in my bag.
I regret for leaving my green file in the bus.
I regret for puting the card in the green file.
I regret for bringing the card to school.

I totally regret.

In the end, I lost the damn freaking card plus the green file.
The card really really means a lot to me. A LOT. ):
Including the file that contains my homeworks.* regretting

I hate secondary 1 guys/boys.
They are so immature. They have no respect for their seniors.

hah. Fucking idiots.

I still owe Englishman a double chocolate ice blended.
See, I have a great memory ah.
I repeat, g-r-e-a-t . (8

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
I love this week. excluding the part where I lost my green
file plus the special card that Englishman gave me.):
/gasp

You are the sun in my day, the wind in my sky,
the waves in my ocean and the beat in my heart.