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Monday, April 02, 2007
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omggggggg.

was so pissed abt something someone just now.
no, correction, am still pissed.
but shall not post abt it (:

fuck.
duno why.
ever since thurs i feel totally blah on sch days.
as in, not only in school.
the whole day.

not in the mood to post abt sch.
its blah anw.

with tchrs coming in, and hating strongly disliking the class.

for what wonderful reasons?

1. we talk.
no, not really loudly, just audible.
hello! its during GRP WORK.
i thought u DISCUSS and TALK when u do grp work.

2. our walkathon cards are in some corner of our bag/ file/ locker/ drawer/ room/ house/ closet/ shoe box/ whatever.

isnt school just fantastically fun and nice n sweet n stuff?

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