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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: 10:28 PM
date: Thursday, January 11, 2007
Let me make this short, shall chiong A math even though i know i got no way of passing the test tom. :/ A Maths was a pos (we're more cleverer than the teacher?), I hated English (teacher again) and delighted my revengeful soul in sleeping in it, Chem was a sleeping pill (3S1 : "Thank you Mr Tan." When the guy's name is Mr Lee or sth, thats how non exsistent he was), Bio Prac was fun because me, Hazel and Shortie got high on actually getting some kind of results from cheek cells and made theme songs (Hazel spoiled microscope). :D Activity was..... okay, I guess. Could say this is the first time I didnt do the typical thing I always do. Mum more fucking pissed cos I reached here at 8 (?!?!) (Shah's Pa was late, but still nice enough t send us). My block blacked out and I had t use handphone light t find my way through. Well, she can get pissed. I cant be bothered, as long she doesnt force me out of Red Cross. Ignorance is bliss when I turn the volume up and pretend not t hear those words.

Stupid PE tom, have t tie hair. HAHAHHAHA.