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Friday, October 15 5:37 PM


she's seen all the classics
she knows every line

you think you knw me but you donte sweetie
just finish exams tday. duh ..not the freaking least happy.yea, it`s the first time after exams end for the year and im here sulking away. the feeling sucks lah! town`d after school with tha normal people. you`d knw who.was not really in the right mood. so as i just said, it sucks lah.later they meeting agn t go town, but i got dental. forgot t buy my wallet and check the price of that freakin` nice hp. surely it`ll cost a bomb.but i still want it.just rem this on the way hme. arya. another day perhaps. at the bus-stop dere t orchard. something trouble`d me. sat alone dere just dwelling over that freakin` stuff. teared. but who`d would give a darn. keeping having over-flowing thoughts abt that. seriously, i donte wanna talk abt it. im trying to forget it. thn went to cine, caught white chicks. funney like mad. bought popcorns but din eat loads. mostly let tha guy munch. went paragon there. shing wanted t buy box. haha. but din buy it. yea, waited there sat there , supa dupa boring. all so moodless. esp, me. slept quite awhile thn mik, matt, roy, jerry, and somemore that grp met us there. was bad mood lah! v tired and still thinking bout` something. its like so shite can?! first thing they came, kinda pissed me off by saying something. just snap at them and went one side.its so freak! yea, we went differently later.they must b really pissed w us now for walking off liddat. but seriously, they shd just not b so busybody. oh wadever! i hate this feeling im feeling inside. the feeling of sorrow, unhappiness, unfairness , beingblamed.it all just suck lah! im nt gonna talk anymore. i`ll not say anything onwards now. i`ll just must-well bottle up everything. so unhappy i say things out which might offend people, i might as well tell myself. im back t the person i used t b. loads of people say that i shd nt bottle up my feelings and stuffs, but i ahve no choice. i donte wanna b accused for thing i did nt sayor do. so it`s all freakingly better off by shutting my mouth. ISNT IT?

loved