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Thursday, May 05, 2005
" Learning my inner bitchiness! ; 5:58 PM "

Oh gosh. I'm so vulgar. I know my title seems sooo vulgar. Okay..ahhhh!!! Someone save me, please! I'm going to turn into some kind of self-obsessed bum/bimbo. Oh my gosh!!

Anyway, I just feel that now I'm secretly bitching about most people inside my mind and it's bad, yah? I mean, it's like the "softie" is not such a softie after all. It's bad! I shall have to uphold my image. My dance teacher, last year, told me that having an image as a softie is not good as obviously, people taking this in advantage are going to step all over me. Hmm, possible, possible, ya know. :O)

Im suddenly obsessed with taking pictures. In my housse, going through picture albums of the *ancient* times displeasures my mum. So lame. Stupid. Annnnnooying!! I hate all this about my mum. SHE'S SO FUSSY.

Yesterday some prefects visited the Istana to pay respects to our late former president, Mr. Wee Kim Wee. I would have liked to go, actually. But at the same time, I wouldn't because I think I can already imagine how painful it must feel to view something like that. When my paternal grandma passed away about three and a half years ago it seemed like I didn't know what was going on. I think I was clueless. When I saw the people around me crying, I didn't know how to react. But then I cried. Somehow, to know what it felt like.

Today we had our MT and ENG listening compre tests. Okay, I shall not go over exams now. Tired and toooooooooo lazy to do that ANYWAYYYYY. :O)

Hurms, whaddelz? Yeah, I have been blog-hopping alot. I love reading blogs! They have become my new lifeline also along with writing in my blog. It is totally essential to life. Totally!

BB, SPRINKLES!!!! GOTTA GOOO! :O)



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