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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: 6:54 PM
date: Tuesday, April 17, 2007
OMGOSH, I GOT MYSELF SOME GOOD KARMA TODAY! (Those who remark I am mean/heartless/cold/bitch will be speechless) SUCKERS. SUCKERS.

Okay me and Pek and Shah were at Redhill 7-11, abt to go Lavender then, this small primary sch boy (Bukit View Primary) came and wanted t buy this packet of M&Ms. Then the cashier who looked quite mean, was like "Boy, you dont have enough money". Then the small boy looked quite sad and walked away t look for sth cheaper. Then I was like "Pek, so poor thing" then Pek was like "Yahhhhh". So we went up t him and ask him if he want us t buy for him, then he nodded. (Cue : So cute!!!!) Yeah and we did buy! :D But I sort of freaked him out by asking his name, so he looked quite frightened. Poor guy. I AM A KIND SOUL, YES.

Then me, Shah and Pek went t Lavender t do Shah's I/C, and it took so fast! Then we went t Bugis for lunch and we had this totally productive bitching session! We bitched abt practically everything. Okay I know I am mean, but when someone pushes me t the limit (and I am v tolerant, okay), I just lose all my sympathy for them, until they can redeem it back which is v v hard. But seriously, LYING? I thought we were friends. I didnt know friends lie. Why the fuck does that word exist? Like today, I sort of malu-ed Pek by pushing/slapping her in public. Then she got kind of sad, so I wrote her a note and passed t her during CME. Apparently the whole 3G3 read. But whatever, 3 years of memories, they just dont go away. Because, I would lose my face and bring myself down t apologise and Pek hugged me and we were friends again. But why cant you see, friendship isnt just someone you eat recess with.

Its so much more.


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