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friday, exactly one week from the last post or what? rights. school is insane and is definitely getting me in the loser's mood. MUG, STUDY, MUG and it goes all around. and i certainly have to deal with some irritating, nerving exploding teachers. grrr. stupid.
anyway, homework is piling higggghh but i guessed i needa break. Everything revolves about tutorials and attending lectures, complete blur during lectures. get frustrate and shut out for the rest of the remaining eternity seconds. envious of people who understand the lecture and curse my stupidity or blame it on my constant procrastinations. get back to class, love some tutorials like chem and chinese where i spent them teasing weirdo tallie on my left and xiao bai and having the teacher staring at me like a damn hawk. physics tutorial IS THE BEST if you just ever want to die. definitely the best blood-throwing up hour or literally takign a knife and plunge it down ur heart multiple times. SUICIDE man, i tell you. firstly, mr teacher is like uber SISSY and practically ignores our pleas to go through OUR doubts. he thinks we dont know some of his 'he-thought' it is our doubts. shit him! seriosly man, all he lacks is a bra. come on! imagine a big MAN whom he should be, being SO SO affected and exclaimed like the world is ending when my lvoely class commented that he looked old. tell me about it. chrus my cursings yar? talkign about him makes me boil. i really feel liek repeating the headlines of 105 to throw a bigger, alive lizard at him. scare some guts out of him. from this, i cant believe i am like SO MAN. sheesh.
alrights, dance concert is coming up in two weeks times and my duet is screwed up. i am so dead. with my multiple brusies and i nearly twist my leg today- i seriously am having lots of problem. i cant keep to my counts. #$%^$^ i'll try my best though. prayssssss.
okays, i'm sorry dearies ade, jus and ying if i kinda distanced for the past days. ying u arent in sch, so yar. wells, i was sick and pretty tired.. at times i jsut suffer from swings yar? i know we looked out for each other, and that's what u guys did and i practically hung out with other people and neglected u people. im sorry, really. and definitely this cant stop me from linking to the fact u guys were like so cold today. say im sensitive or what. but i can now feel how u guys felt. being sick and tired cant be the excuses among friends. we share everything together. liek the text i forwarded to all of u- we'll help one another and stand by each other this gruelling time and in tiemso f fun and all. i admit i kinda take our friendship for granted for a moment but i've learnt to treasure it now. really. IM SORRY, GIRLS.
it's surprising that the final year book of cchy make me tear. specifically, i know what. the cold exterior of the school building no longer is it just a fascade. i guessed the interior is to. my memories down the specific corridors and how things came about. it's saddening. it is. it hurts to think, it obviously hurts to regret..
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friday, exactly one week from the last post or what? rights. school is insane and is definitely getting me in the loser's mood. MUG, STUDY, MUG and it goes all around. and i certainly have to deal with some irritating, nerving exploding teachers. grrr. stupid.
anyway, homework is piling higggghh but i guessed i needa break. Everything revolves about tutorials and attending lectures, complete blur during lectures. get frustrate and shut out for the rest of the remaining eternity seconds. envious of people who understand the lecture and curse my stupidity or blame it on my constant procrastinations. get back to class, love some tutorials like chem and chinese where i spent them teasing weirdo tallie on my left and xiao bai and having the teacher staring at me like a damn hawk. physics tutorial IS THE BEST if you just ever want to die. definitely the best blood-throwing up hour or literally takign a knife and plunge it down ur heart multiple times. SUICIDE man, i tell you. firstly, mr teacher is like uber SISSY and practically ignores our pleas to go through OUR doubts. he thinks we dont know some of his 'he-thought' it is our doubts. shit him! seriosly man, all he lacks is a bra. come on! imagine a big MAN whom he should be, being SO SO affected and exclaimed like the world is ending when my lvoely class commented that he looked old. tell me about it. chrus my cursings yar? talkign about him makes me boil. i really feel liek repeating the headlines of 105 to throw a bigger, alive lizard at him. scare some guts out of him. from this, i cant believe i am like SO MAN. sheesh.
alrights, dance concert is coming up in two weeks times and my duet is screwed up. i am so dead. with my multiple brusies and i nearly twist my leg today- i seriously am having lots of problem. i cant keep to my counts. #$%^$^ i'll try my best though. prayssssss.
okays, i'm sorry dearies ade, jus and ying if i kinda distanced for the past days. ying u arent in sch, so yar. wells, i was sick and pretty tired.. at times i jsut suffer from swings yar? i know we looked out for each other, and that's what u guys did and i practically hung out with other people and neglected u people. im sorry, really. and definitely this cant stop me from linking to the fact u guys were like so cold today. say im sensitive or what. but i can now feel how u guys felt. being sick and tired cant be the excuses among friends. we share everything together. liek the text i forwarded to all of u- we'll help one another and stand by each other this gruelling time and in tiemso f fun and all. i admit i kinda take our friendship for granted for a moment but i've learnt to treasure it now. really. IM SORRY, GIRLS.
it's surprising that the final year book of cchy make me tear. specifically, i know what. the cold exterior of the school building no longer is it just a fascade. i guessed the interior is to. my memories down the specific corridors and how things came about. it's saddening. it is. it hurts to think, it obviously hurts to regret..
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