Monday, March 20, 2006
pms.
pms.pms.so what? whats with the school? i think they should just get the hell outta the world. and just go fug themselves of something. fugsy school. screw my school, someone
pleaseee.
so, i got into trouble with my dearest guy again. so whats with him? and kuek. please kuek, go and get a wife, and stop bugging us, female students. i realised tt you've got a huge biasity towards me. his words are crude and sarcastic and when you hear it, you just feel like,
wth?! get a life kuek. stop discriminating students, and immitating me. dang!
okay, this is the tale of my dearest whoever, i was walking to the canteen with estie, when he.. actually shouted my name from the 3rd storey. okay, tts something amusing and totally convincing. he can actually recognise me by just looking at the
tip of hair i've got. cool. yellowline yellowline tomorrow. i wonder when's tt gonna last till. sigh.
my hair's undieeeedddd; still.