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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: 10:15 PM
date: Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I’m back, bitches. Haha. :D I’ve been banned severely from the computer during the past few days and I’ve been allowed a mere two hours here on the pretext of downloading powerpoints. Anws, today was quite a special day, indeed. :D Celebrated Hazel’s and Subha’s birthday with squad after school today. Me and Shah went t Bukit Merah yesterday t get the cake, and it’s a v pretty one, mind you with strawberry and vanilla ruffles that taste like heaven. :D The past few days have been quite eventful, with me making more bad impressions with teachers, like English and E Maths. It isn’t my fault that Aqilah (pronounced as Loooo-szszs-errrr) disturbs me right? :D Ah well, Mrs Gek loves me though, she thinks I was so enthusiastic during her remedial today, when I just wanted t finish it quickly. But it earned us a gotcha though. :D Anws, since I’m here, shall rant abt the important celebration today. Shah and Pek and don’t-know-who went collect the cake while we were having remedial, then we kept them in 3G3 while the rest got ready at basketball court. Then we told them we had to go there t prepare for games, then we blindfolded Hazel with a bandage and Subha with a skirt (ie. lack of bandages) and brought them down. Sang them the typical song and they blew out the candles (only three were lighted due t the wind). Then we ate, had great interaction, prepared the games, and etc. Happy Birthday Dear Jan Babies! Bye.

(I’ll see if I am not lazy enough t upload cake pic later)

I’m happy that I hate you, because I can see through your discrimination.
Durgga shut up, rmbr what happened that time because of your big mouth.



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