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Saturday, October 29, 2005


omg. at the rate i'm going, i might as well skip all my papers

i'm seriously traumatised by the letter 'A'

there's like no time to think about silly stuffs, like matters of the heart. but somehow it's boggling me. cried a little today, hmm, so i'm feeling much better. yesh, i'm a crybaby i shldnt deny.

ahhh. i feel like talking to so many ppl, but there's like not much time to spare! hate myself coz i will nv ever see the need to revise my work till exams are around the corner. like a week plus before?!

and the worse thing is, those kids outside are like mocking at me indirectly coz they can play like nobody's business while i have to mug to make up for what i've not studied these 2 years. feel like selling all their bikes to garang guni and yay! they can stay at home and watch tv and stop running along the corridors. pests. hope fatty ass aka the leader of the pests can go on a 3 week holiday, together with the cheena sisters. omg. they are the source of the fucking noise, screams, yells and you name it. and there's this girl who kept staring at me when i walked to my unit yesterday. it was like some kid staring at you in a horror movie. (shivers) the wose thing is, she's wearing this shimmering clothing, which looks like what ppl in the nightclubs will wear in the 60s'. i cant wait to move out of this weird place!!! (it's ok, less than a month later, i'll be back at tampines. phew)

and somehow, i've neglected gp. shucks.

but there's so much things to look forward after As. yahoo!