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Overview


Lenis.
Volleyball.
Javelin.
Head-on-the-wall-banger.
12 Nov 1994.
Shoemaker.

Screams
4.28.2008
Timed Assignment for speech today, it was about some school blog thing. Uh, like what to write? O.oNevermind. I ate pandan chiffon cake for recess today (: so nice. I love pandan chiffon cake. I didn't eat enough Vitamin B the past few days and the energy from the carbo isn't released and I'm feeling oh-so-tired all the time. I can't even stay awake in Mr. Sng's class and laugh at his funny antics. When the class laughs, I'll be like, HUH? I sound like Onion ;D
GET BETTER ONION!
Training was okay, I played slightly better than the last round. But it's so DH (damn hot, according to Muslihah) until we went to lift weights so early. :D Like around 3 plus minus? Ommg. Thank god I brought sunblock :) I have FBT tanning. Ee. I swear it looks obscene. Like I'm wearing some white pants. Eeyer. Sunblock, I sound like some niang niang qiang. No way.
After training, I told JL about the track Thailand trip. He was like, nevermind, go la. And I don't if I should go now. Is he trying reverse psychology on me? Now this is what I call a dilemma.
Then Ashley talked to JL about her position in main 12. Matilda and Vivien too. They cried. Yantian cried. I did too. Seeing how worried they were about their positions, I'm like really really worried now. Oh shit. How?
I cry easily. Hmm. I've cried in front of a lot of people like a million times this year. I'm expecting more breakdowns. Who cares, crying is good, better than keeping it inside. I can cry right now, too.
Eeyer. Sounds emo. I'm not.
I can't get the blogskin right, so I'm gonna get Ashley to help me out during the school hols, I think (:
I want a six ten gathering, now!
Peter you asshole meanie pok. Boo you.