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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: 8:29 PM
date: Friday, December 29, 2006
My Dear Hazel, I am dying too. I just got the biggest migraine just thinking about all the stuff I have t finish. I feel even worse for you since you also have ppt added on with it. :/ I havent done my homework (f-u-c-k), I havent done my camp appraisal, I have t paint and finish 60 wooden pegs, I have t prepare my uniform, I have t suffer everyday from threatenings of my parents, They say they will make me quit, I still got dance practices. I also crash and burn every single day. I get malu-ed too (sometimes worse than you), I also got eyecandies that I want t die over (But I dont tell). I also screw up during activities (and for me, its on a regular basis) Whatever, I have t put all these out of my mind and fucking move on. My footdrill and firedrill isnt as fantastic. But I still come, because I love Red Cross and I want t dedicate myself no matter what. This may seem lame or fucking whatever but Red Cross does matter t me. I feel like crying, but I know I cant, because I have t stop this crying habit of mine. I thought I was the biggest weakling but you're proving me wrong. The least you could do is give better exucses (haha, Hazel, Im not talking abt you lah kay, The Dear Hazel is just for the first part!). Thank you. (Because we can see so v clearly how untrue they are too)


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