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Breathe into Me - Red
ooooorange boy la seyy
it's pointless to fear the unknown. so dont worry about what tomorrow might hold -ssshah

my delusional nightmare
something wrong with me?

finally finish photo-etching,
and mr timothy was soo kind to cut it for us.
the dpa test was horrible
cause i didnt know a damn thing
(except the counter)

anyways,
the talk was just what i need.
now i know wireless is soo boring
so its either multimedia or computer networking
both with good job prospect, and i know the basics.
its gonna come down to my interest but...
i dont know
we'll see la ehk

tmr's cross country is soo not clear.
i dont know how the heck to get there
or what attire to wear
or izit carpark F
hell
i dont even know if i wanna go

so anyway,
i dont know why im getting nagged at stuff i didnt do.
mostly from the dad
and im feeling downright mad
i've been pushing my limitations and so far i've manage to keep my cool
but if this keeps happening...
i dont know what i'll do next.
and regrettably i'm starting to hate him
i know its wrong, but it aint my fault
oh and another thing,
my phone's with the idiot sister.
i'm telling eu, she's getting on my nerves.
testing my patience and all
one day..one day i tell eu.
i just hate it when she starts blabbering about her stuff..
come to think of it(it all feels like bullsh*t)
maybe im wrong.
maybe its my intuition but i dont know
she's hard to read

anyways,
i gotta go back to FRIENDS now
its so much fun to laugh out loud.
alone. by eurself.
haha

i really miss my friends