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Tuesday, December 9, 2008 at 12:13 AM
I'd Survived... Brilliant... I'd was hoping a plane crash or something and all would happily survive and I'm the only one dying... Hey no hard feelings if people die's instead of me okay?... Then I was hoping for terrorist attack... Maybe bus crash or my asthma would act up... More blood came flowing... I manage to survived that too... When I look in the mirror... It terrifies me... It's like you know your time will come... But looking at yourself bleeding... It's like a gush just flows through you and everything flows past you very slowly in blank white space... I did collapse once there in my room... Thank Goodness my Room mate  was sleeping at her friends room and I had the whole room all to myself... I almost collapse during a game of badminton in the school's gym... Playing badminton short sleeved in a cold weather... and you wore short sleeve because for the freedom of movement.... Great... You would have almost caught headlines in the school like how you did there for being able to play badminton with the only one who seems to be the only one who has great badminton skills who uses like 3/4 of school time playing badminton with the teachers and coachers because his been excused... How would I know he is quite famous in the school... Everybody just keep looking at me... Some even whispered his name when thy saw me... Hey it's not like I can't hear or anything... So please... You want to talk bad about me say it to my face... The worst was in his class... He is the head  class leader so every time he looks at me my schoolmates tease me... When he went up to be the MC for a presentation people just smug and look at me... When he did a speech...  His class mates look at me... Even worse... When I had to pair up with him for badminton against his coach and coach good friend... His classmates and all those who went to the china trip gathered to watch the match... All were cheering for the both of us... But it's just not right... It feels wrong... The whole world is wrong... Those who wants to know his name?... I can tell you he is another guy that reminds me of someone... ... I feel like I am wandering away from all my loved ones...

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 12:13 AM.


Tuesday, December 9, 2008 at 12:13 AM
I'd Survived... Brilliant... I'd was hoping a plane crash or something and all would happily survive and I'm the only one dying... Hey no hard feelings if people die's instead of me okay?... Then I was hoping for terrorist attack... Maybe bus crash or my asthma would act up... More blood came flowing... I manage to survived that too... When I look in the mirror... It terrifies me... It's like you know your time will come... But looking at yourself bleeding... It's like a gush just flows through you and everything flows past you very slowly in blank white space... I did collapse once there in my room... Thank Goodness my Room mate  was sleeping at her friends room and I had the whole room all to myself... I almost collapse during a game of badminton in the school's gym... Playing badminton short sleeved in a cold weather... and you wore short sleeve because for the freedom of movement.... Great... You would have almost caught headlines in the school like how you did there for being able to play badminton with the only one who seems to be the only one who has great badminton skills who uses like 3/4 of school time playing badminton with the teachers and coachers because his been excused... How would I know he is quite famous in the school... Everybody just keep looking at me... Some even whispered his name when thy saw me... Hey it's not like I can't hear or anything... So please... You want to talk bad about me say it to my face... The worst was in his class... He is the head  class leader so every time he looks at me my schoolmates tease me... When he went up to be the MC for a presentation people just smug and look at me... When he did a speech...  His class mates look at me... Even worse... When I had to pair up with him for badminton against his coach and coach good friend... His classmates and all those who went to the china trip gathered to watch the match... All were cheering for the both of us... But it's just not right... It feels wrong... The whole world is wrong... Those who wants to know his name?... I can tell you he is another guy that reminds me of someone... ... I feel like I am wandering away from all my loved ones...

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 12:13 AM.


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Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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