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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: 9:28 PM
date: Monday, June 25, 2007
I am listening t soul now for no apparent reason. And The Strokes. I should comment typically on the starting of school, but its the same. My prediction that Mrs LBY was say something abt "Welcoming us back" came true. Typical, predictable, same, etc. Poonie baby (Mr Poon) came back! I doubt that he will teach us, how sad. After school was hectic.

Talking t Pek from like 1 t 3 was like DA BOMB. Conferenced Xiner for awhile at 1. I tried t be serious and copy down things in the first 2 periods. But seriously nobody can take E Maths. Atleast Mrs. Gek makes us laugh at A Maths. Bio was sooooo slack, for the first time. I wonder where did the Chanel babe go, 3S1? Haha, she was.... she was like there. Telling us t sit properly and not sleep.

I am not feeling anything negative or anything positive if you REALLY must know. Its just this waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting..... for the sky t drop and I'll meet Chicken Little.

You know I cant look at you, so why bother catching my attention?


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