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emotions comeback intervention time


Thursday, July 10, 2008 !@#$% 7:37 PM

nothing much. Joshua doesn't know he visited Chinatown. He thought it was Little India instead because he saw loads of indians there. *facepalm*

I bet Nazirah has this on her blog too. we agreed on torturing the faggot today.
nothing much went on. found out that me and nazirah would have to stay back at three tomorrow because we have a prefect's interview. let's fail together, yeah?
why the fuck was I chosen? don't know, don't care. whatever the hell it is, please, I don't want to be a student leader so I hope this lays off and I fail. I swear, school work is enough to busy my days. I don't even write now-a-days. sad, isn't it?
and the fact that my brain isn't really giving me any inspiration is another thing.
am in a competition on Saturday for malay. hope I do well. have to get a consent form from Mr Farizan or else I'd be blamed for twisting my words. Er is my bitch. =)


keeping clear of cusses because. I guess loads know the reason. so I'm mellowing down. and this is the mellowest that I can go so fuck off. great? awesome! . hope for the worst for me tomorrow.


Aliff. Putra. Is. Hot. Period.

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I didn't edit this, Suria did. bad, ain't it?



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