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Thursday, May 26, 2005

it's 10:33 PM.

pondering: why can't people just know their fucking limits?

i am pissed. with who? with one of my closest friends, like duh. it's like she saboed me into doing something which i didn't want to and claimed that it's paying back some debt. oh well, so you people out there may be wondering if i did something wrong huh? well, this is the whole story. [to the person i'm pissed with: i don't care a shit whether you'll get hurt or not. if i don't let this out, i'll explode and you'll get a nice payback.]

it's the sports day event. -skips unnecessary details- miss yeo went over to me, radinka, and the person i'm pissed with. then miss yeo asked who among us would like to join the javelin event. naturally we pointed fingers. i pointed at the person i'm pissed with [sigh, in short: tpipw] and she pointed at me. in the end, miss yeo chose tpipw for the event instead of me. happy ending. i never wanted to do javelin anyway. but tpipw had nothing better to do. she claimed that she was just paying back a debt she owed me. so she went to miss yeo and requested a swop between me and her, without my knowledge. and when the sports day list was confirmed today, she told me she swopped on the day i left early. [okok, i predicted it, then she confirmed my prediction] fuck it. retarda said they were dropping hints by asking "i wonder if she has found out yet?" in front of me. naturally it didn't work cause i have always minded my own business and thought their chattering were some dehydrated gossips. okok, so who's fucking fault is it now? mine?

oh well, i've planned my revenge and will carry it out on meet the parents day which is conveniently tomorrow. so much for her happy ending.. to heck with that.
also, i'm starting to get irritated everytime she boasts about her bloody blogskins. i mean what's so fucking fascinating about that? it's not as if it costs 1 million u.s. bucks or something. she was like acting all smug about it as if she was some top blogskin maker or something, fuck. anyway, blogs are starting to get outdated already, so all her efforts will be sorta futile, hah. i'm so mean.

haix, no mood already lar. my mood is bad enough. i will post entries once in a blue moon since blogs are going out. so yupx.. ciao!

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no matter what they say;
'cause words can't bring me down.

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Thursday, May 26, 2005

it's 10:33 PM.

pondering: why can't people just know their fucking limits?

i am pissed. with who? with one of my closest friends, like duh. it's like she saboed me into doing something which i didn't want to and claimed that it's paying back some debt. oh well, so you people out there may be wondering if i did something wrong huh? well, this is the whole story. [to the person i'm pissed with: i don't care a shit whether you'll get hurt or not. if i don't let this out, i'll explode and you'll get a nice payback.]

it's the sports day event. -skips unnecessary details- miss yeo went over to me, radinka, and the person i'm pissed with. then miss yeo asked who among us would like to join the javelin event. naturally we pointed fingers. i pointed at the person i'm pissed with [sigh, in short: tpipw] and she pointed at me. in the end, miss yeo chose tpipw for the event instead of me. happy ending. i never wanted to do javelin anyway. but tpipw had nothing better to do. she claimed that she was just paying back a debt she owed me. so she went to miss yeo and requested a swop between me and her, without my knowledge. and when the sports day list was confirmed today, she told me she swopped on the day i left early. [okok, i predicted it, then she confirmed my prediction] fuck it. retarda said they were dropping hints by asking "i wonder if she has found out yet?" in front of me. naturally it didn't work cause i have always minded my own business and thought their chattering were some dehydrated gossips. okok, so who's fucking fault is it now? mine?

oh well, i've planned my revenge and will carry it out on meet the parents day which is conveniently tomorrow. so much for her happy ending.. to heck with that.
also, i'm starting to get irritated everytime she boasts about her bloody blogskins. i mean what's so fucking fascinating about that? it's not as if it costs 1 million u.s. bucks or something. she was like acting all smug about it as if she was some top blogskin maker or something, fuck. anyway, blogs are starting to get outdated already, so all her efforts will be sorta futile, hah. i'm so mean.

haix, no mood already lar. my mood is bad enough. i will post entries once in a blue moon since blogs are going out. so yupx.. ciao!