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Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
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time: 5:48 PM
date: Wednesday, March 01, 2006
durgga typed : first of all, fark blogger cos it deleted my just now post! WTF. tears guilt regret sorrow. thats how i ended up at the end of the day, but talking with hanisah made me feel better. :DD erm yeah, started the day with doing some leftover math in the morning before going to the g.o with yj to get a xtra skirt for her. had pe but mrs heng didnt come. fun yeah, sat ard in the hall talking crap. then got captain ball, was the referee due to my weak state after fever and flu etc. :) greenies won, red was good too. erm then music, we're doing some dance. hanisah shaked it finally! ;) then tamil, escaped due to tasneem. had the bitch bar at 2g3. what was written on the board : the bitch bar, open from 2pm to forever. due to popular demand, we are playing my humps. regular dancers award : kalyn & yejing. high sex demand is for hanisah. shake it baybeh shake it! :) my butt got slapped a few times then. but later after all that, my vow to be more responsible which was working for awhile after the whole hq incident, was tarnished. yeah but i really tried for this! i think its the mr stephen loh who picked up the phone. so what okay, atleast i tried. i think that guy is kind of mean, he made me feel worse. :( and hes not even my teacher, just pass the msg only. but hanisah made me feel better in the end on the bus. x) HAYYU HAD TO WALK PAST THE ART ROOM. was forced by her any way, what was past has faded away, slowly but painfully. ;) you are my afrodisiac -