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i'm a tees & flip flop kind of person. a writer, at some point. i live, eat, breath sports & i don't give a dirty shit about your perfectly manicured nails & your two layer cake make up.

yes, i'm stubborn, rude, deceitful, aggressive and a critic. if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

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11 April 2007 11:39 pm


the first person i look at in class today was akmal. i was on the verge of jumping up on my seat and scream. but of course, he already spotted the obvious. "7:1! 7:1!" i was like, "aku tahu! aku tahu! power sak!.."everyone was excited, well not everyone. more to the malay guys actually. hah.

& ms zaidah really irritates me. she make me laugh everytime she speaks. that explains why i never ever focus during her lessons. ok my grammer sucks. haha. iam saying this because she was my pri school back then and boy, do i hate her. made me cry often and stuff, urgh you know what i mean.

& ive been brutally abused during history class yet again. i have been smacked, hit, written, touch and laugh at. till now, i have no idea whats their intention.

spotted my hothot ex classmate in the bus, gavin! he was heading to shu yuan crib, which was near mine, so i had someone to walk home with. & iam still wondering why everytime we went gig-ing but never did spot each other before. yea pathetic shit i know. =/

seven test this week and im basically not allowed to comlain, literally. oh & yes, if you are a manutd fan, you should know what iam talking about lah eh. the first paragraph i mean. ohwell i better go, i hate audience rehearsal and i definately hate having 2.4 run in the afternoon.