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Wednesday, January 13, 2010 !@#$% 9:15 PM

"Eh, look; Indian."
-Bobby's brother (while in India)

"Zheng De, you're as dumb as a Zheng De man."
-Bobby

Bobby: "HAHA, I write faster than you!"

Me: "HAHA, I fatter than you!"

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Me: Sufian's going where? (Tertiary education)

Nyssa: Takraw.

Me, Atikah, Nazirah: ._.

*For the record, Bobby's indian. It's Singapore. *shrugs*

Goes to show I'm having a hell of a time in school. Other than school work (and teachers), school has been fun for me, honestly. Most of us have moved on from the situations last year. I guess the hate, misunderstandings and grudges we've kept for three years would have, by now, been settled. We were talking just now, me and the girls, about our useless fights and make-ups. And I realized that in three years, a lot of things do in fact happen. We've matured, but I won't deny that we're still naive, because we are. We're fifteen, it's inevitable. But along the way, we're learning how to accept- how to live. I guess that's proven by Nazirah's bold move on Saturday. I respect her, and all the other people I've gotten into trouble with before, and I realize that we're all the same. We were searching for an identity, and we still are.

And I was thinking this morning, in the car; the more I empathize, the more trouble I get into.
Now that I see it, it's quite comedic.


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