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Friday, September 22, 2006

physics, gotten back our test paper. i didn't flunk,14/25. atrocious. :[ i knew i can do better if not because of the unbearable tummyache.

chemistry, easy chapter to understand.

maths, circles again.

chinese, had our listening compre exam. we could even share our answers, dicussing whether it's B or C. Laugh Out Loud.

after recess was literature test, wondering if i could make it. i memorised on Petra(one of the characters) instead of Peter Stockmann and Morten Kiil. DEH, kill me.

went cwp to buy long john and went home with siewkwan. walked home with her, and the hot whether is roasting me.

flag day tmr, boring. and yeah, going marina with mitangg after that. (:

pissed off. let me comment on the sickly bunch of peeps, that typical 'hooligans' and adolescence delinquent. don't try to get attention, you guys will get it when you make the shocking news ever, alright? and, this kind of life has got nothing to be proud of. don't pretend that the shopping centre belongs to your dad. you know, that's totally hilarious. all you guys do is going around creating troubles. and please, grow up can? if you guys are all so brave, don't talk bad about people only when you're in a gang, behind people's back. and yes, that's a way of getting attention too, yeah? and, if you guys dare, please, come to my face, tell me. if you guys don't dare, then, SCRAM.

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