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Monday, May 26, 2008 Monday, May 26, 2008
another week

Monday
Holiday.
Hot.
Boring.
Supposed to go out with darl.
The weather was blearghh
We were broke.
So stayed at home.

Tuesday
E-learning.
No school.
Fucked up online homeworks.
Excel is such a bitch.
Gave up.
Made chocolate chips.
Yummssiness.

Wednesday
IS.
Came at 1.45pm.
Finish at 2.30pm.
WTF?
Hockey-ed at 6.
I dont see the fun of going to hockey anymore.
Oh yeah.
u-know-who.
I dont like you.
Stop telling me what to do before i flare up.
And.your ear studs are UGLY.
It aint cool at all.

Thursday
Hockey yet again.
Why must i be blame for something that isnt my fault.
Stop telling me all these responsiblity shit.
LIKE WTF.
See hockey aint fun anymore.
I think.
Im gonna quit next year.
You see.
I didnt join hockey for fun.
I never did say i was any good.
Yes i SUCK.
I never said that i die die wanna play in competitions.
In fact i dont want to.
And what do i get by being nice and saying yes to being a goalie?
A WHOLE LOAD OF CRAP!!
I must drag along that big ugly bag.
When i refuse to bring it.
They say im irresponsible.
oh banyak cantik!
korang balik senang jer
aku kene bawak itu beg irritating nak mampos.
korang bleh merayap lepas training
aku terpakse balik
OH YEAH
STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO.
cuz if you're so good.
do it yourself cuz i had enough.

Friday
I was late eventhough i was early.
Its not my fault that two drivers and motorist decided to hit each other
And cause a massive jam by blocking two out of three lanes
Thanks eh.
Out of all the days to hit each other
They decided Friday is a good day
To piss me off cuz i have SCQ lesson where the lecturer wont tolerate lateness.
So whatever.
Thank god
I managed to argue with the lecturer
Or else i would be marked absent yet again.
After school out to town with Wall.
Ohh oh!
One of his friend looks like Paul Twohill.
I wanted to say that but im afraid he would be offended
Cuz some people dont wanna be associated with him
Turned out,it was his brother!
Ahah!

~you're nice.nobody ever said i have a nice personality.no one's ever impressed with me.oh and..
I DONT LOOK 21!!
btw.
you are the one who's supposed to buy me ice-cream.

Saturday
Meet darl Wanie.
She's a fan of pasar malam.
So im her pasar malam companion.
Bought cheap clothes.
And finally bought my uber nice VAGARY watch.
Thanks daddy for the early birthday gift.
I dun care if you guys say its ugly.
What matters most is what i like!

Sunday
The weather is playing games
sun,rain,sun,rain.
Whatever.
Just rain heavily at night so i can have a good sleep!
Followed Ibu to someone's wedding
Yummy food.
I feel so bloated.
Oh god.
4 tests next week.
Help!
My brain capacity is limited!