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Friday, August 18, 2006

morning assembly, FTT(f. tigress thia) mentioned about some school rules. eg, the hair length, hair color, painted nails, length & color of socks, skirt length, color of shoes, number of earrings. BINGO~ i've met ALL the criterias. blablabla~ hey FTT, gotta measure somemore? don't be lame. she's someone who simply loves snatching the mic away from mr justin. attention seeker. BOO. beware of the mic okay? once you talk, i'll turn off the volume of your mic, or even changing the volume every seconds. you'll then be the joker of the school. BLEH x}

chinese lessons, headlines for today - a few guys from my class went for a haircut from school. the rest haircut was okay, but, desmond(maggie) haircut was.. =x they came back to class, i saw desmond's haircut, i laughed for 20mins continuously. opps, i didn't meant to.

recess assembly, i walked away from you. i didn't want to see you. i don't know what makes me did that. the sight of you makes me weak. i'm able to hold back my tears. :,]
siew kwan went called mr justin, HEY! BEAN! & then, kena punished by mr justin. the scene was funny. haha.

literature, mrs grace low was not present. a young guy, mr kwan/kuan/tuan whatever, relief us. weirdo, doesn't know anything & kept asking us for opinions. ended up to be two free periods. i listened to mp3 and crapped with siew kwan while we were sms-ing chelsea. she's sick, so didn't turn up too.

after that, school ends. went for pasta with jessjess and siewkwan. i'm such a big eater today. a plate of pasta wasn't enough. went bought somemore yummy bread and ate. jess and siewkwan took gelare's ice cream continuously too. ate so much yet i'm still hungry. deh, due to some depression i guess? LOL.

i walked away from you,
not wanting to see you.
i don't know why.
yet i'm able to hold back my tears.
the sight of you makes me weak.
let me take your worries away for you.




10:15 PM



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It ain't so lively here.

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