if i could break down in your arms
Lousy day today. Thursdays are bad days. Bad, bad days. No OC tonight though. But can't wait to watch singapore idol though I've lost interest in ken lim. Realised that he's not that funny -.-
I'm quite positive my mum has been reading my letters. I found a strand of her hair among them and one of the more-difficult-to-fold ones were folded wrongly. Screw her. If she has anything to say to me, why doesn't she just talk to me about it. I hate her two-faced ways. And why did she touch my things in the first place?! And it was tied up with a rubber band. Nice. But shit. What if she knows. If she really talked to me about it I wonder what I can say in reply. Nothing, I suppose.
I miss ronald susilo. A lot. I miss watching him play. Watching him be so confident. Watching his side view (without teeth showing). Watching him and those jump smashes he kills his opponents with. This is all yanni's fault. I wouldn't have CARED who he was if she didn't sms me about the match. Shoot her. But that's not the point now.
CHRYS CHRYS! I hate you omg! I half want to believe you but I half don't. It's so... weird. I mean, HE, your ex-CHAUFFEUR?! For one and a half months?! Omg! Haha I can't believe you never talked to him, maybe you could ask why he didn't want to wear braces or something. Oh and anyway, clay, ryan, susilo. They are ALL twenty-five years old. And twenty-five has been my favourite number ever since it was my register number for two years in primary five and six. When I knew susilo was 25 too I was like oh my shit. So coincidental omg.
I found my textbooks. Melissa gave them to me when she came in for chinese today and said she found them under her table? Or something. I don't know. But she said she wrote on my shouce. I just want to know how on EARTH it got there. How on earth she got it. I should have written what I wanted to write on the board. Maybe that will make the person 'fess up. Well, screw those FUCKING textbook thieves. Wait till I find out who they are. Will thrash them personally.
This is to you-know-who-you-are. I'm sorry. I know I was being irritating. I wanted to be included in everything. Or something. But sometimes it's hard to control. Some have never felt left out of something before. Alone, not just in a group or something. Alone. Never mind, hope this won't worsen the problem further. I don't want us to break up. Really. There's enough problems within us to make us split up already. Friends don't hate. They love. They care.
Omg. There's a chinese test tomorrow and I actually forgot to bring home my notes. I'm such a smart ass. URK.
I'm quite positive my mum has been reading my letters. I found a strand of her hair among them and one of the more-difficult-to-fold ones were folded wrongly. Screw her. If she has anything to say to me, why doesn't she just talk to me about it. I hate her two-faced ways. And why did she touch my things in the first place?! And it was tied up with a rubber band. Nice. But shit. What if she knows. If she really talked to me about it I wonder what I can say in reply. Nothing, I suppose.
I miss ronald susilo. A lot. I miss watching him play. Watching him be so confident. Watching his side view (without teeth showing). Watching him and those jump smashes he kills his opponents with. This is all yanni's fault. I wouldn't have CARED who he was if she didn't sms me about the match. Shoot her. But that's not the point now.
CHRYS CHRYS! I hate you omg! I half want to believe you but I half don't. It's so... weird. I mean, HE, your ex-CHAUFFEUR?! For one and a half months?! Omg! Haha I can't believe you never talked to him, maybe you could ask why he didn't want to wear braces or something. Oh and anyway, clay, ryan, susilo. They are ALL twenty-five years old. And twenty-five has been my favourite number ever since it was my register number for two years in primary five and six. When I knew susilo was 25 too I was like oh my shit. So coincidental omg.
I found my textbooks. Melissa gave them to me when she came in for chinese today and said she found them under her table? Or something. I don't know. But she said she wrote on my shouce. I just want to know how on EARTH it got there. How on earth she got it. I should have written what I wanted to write on the board. Maybe that will make the person 'fess up. Well, screw those FUCKING textbook thieves. Wait till I find out who they are. Will thrash them personally.
This is to you-know-who-you-are. I'm sorry. I know I was being irritating. I wanted to be included in everything. Or something. But sometimes it's hard to control. Some have never felt left out of something before. Alone, not just in a group or something. Alone. Never mind, hope this won't worsen the problem further. I don't want us to break up. Really. There's enough problems within us to make us split up already. Friends don't hate. They love. They care.
Omg. There's a chinese test tomorrow and I actually forgot to bring home my notes. I'm such a smart ass. URK.
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