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title: IGNOREE THIS POSTTT
date: Sunday, April 4, 2010
time:5:10 AM
havent been blogging for quite a while already.
quite a number of things happened lately. and i dont know how to face them seriously.
sometimes, when you need to break down, you cant. you have to stay strong to face them, if you refuse to, the issue would come back to haunt you.
but it never happens in my case. never. ever.
i try to face the problem, but what happens? things probably goes worse.
stupid isnt it; sometimes life's just such a fucker. really hate it.

Have been to much into dance lately, till all my results dropped tremendously. and Mr Asan even said that he wants to talk to me. talk about what? rebellious? come on, who would even believe that i am rebellious. only idiots would believe that. oh well, maybe i am :P hahaha. ok, lameness.
been so much into dance lately. for the past week, its a full week of dance. i didnt have to time to study. thats why my phy and chem test would be so freaking screwed. and i already know it. i dont need anyone to tell me.

i am only hoping, probably dreaming, that i can have a day before i really get down to studying, a day to go shopping, and someone who can listen to me, and really let me say everything out.

i am more bothered about the fact that mr asan wants to speak to me. i hope he doesnt call my mom and tell her a whole lot of crap. knowing my mom, she would come home , nag at me. i dont want her to worry either. stupid crap.

i have been getting all pmsy lately. whats wrong with me? is it just me, or is it that i have become weirder and weirder each day. and somehow, i dont seem to know myself anymore. its like, i have changed, become a different person already. whats getting into me. its like, i make myself happy to hide my misery. what a stupid way to run away from reality. but trust me. its works.


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