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Thursday, January 1, 2009 at 10:35 PM
First day of school... Regreted going to school... It was really boring... Normal process... Checking of attire and hair and stuff... My form teacher is one strict one... Had to unroll my skirt... Tidy my hair... Socks were unseeable so had to pull them up... I fold it because during badminton it won't have friction so I can play better... I did all that before the checkings... Never got pick on... Class commitee members were chosen... I was encourage to be in the Peer Support Board... Fine... I shall go... Just for the sake that my life would be more fun... It was so boring... I sat in class... Wrote some stuff in my notebook that shall carry happy moments... I met Danna today... The first thing I ask was " Did you like the chocolate" she replied " I don't eat dark chocolate but thanks and happy birthday..." then when I went back I suddenly felt that I miss all her insults and scoldings... My class is so dead not like how my ex class used to be... Yeah then suddenly out of who knows where my head started to shoot questions all over my head... Then it seems like it bounce off my skull and comes back just like a ball... It was like asking... " if only you knew how afraid I am to be left alone" and like " do you know how afraid am I not being able to catch up with you" alot of stuff like " if only you would stop to realize that I'm not as happy as I seem" and " would you ever turn back to even notice me" it's all sad questions... Yeah... Loads of forms to fill up... There was one I dreaded most...What do you like about your family... I wrote nothing... Then quite alot of family questions I just put don't know and stuff... One question strike me... Your ambition... I wrote I don't know yet. cause it was a crazy ambition... Yeah if only there was... Happiness given in a present...

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 10:35 PM.


Thursday, January 1, 2009 at 10:35 PM
First day of school... Regreted going to school... It was really boring... Normal process... Checking of attire and hair and stuff... My form teacher is one strict one... Had to unroll my skirt... Tidy my hair... Socks were unseeable so had to pull them up... I fold it because during badminton it won't have friction so I can play better... I did all that before the checkings... Never got pick on... Class commitee members were chosen... I was encourage to be in the Peer Support Board... Fine... I shall go... Just for the sake that my life would be more fun... It was so boring... I sat in class... Wrote some stuff in my notebook that shall carry happy moments... I met Danna today... The first thing I ask was " Did you like the chocolate" she replied " I don't eat dark chocolate but thanks and happy birthday..." then when I went back I suddenly felt that I miss all her insults and scoldings... My class is so dead not like how my ex class used to be... Yeah then suddenly out of who knows where my head started to shoot questions all over my head... Then it seems like it bounce off my skull and comes back just like a ball... It was like asking... " if only you knew how afraid I am to be left alone" and like " do you know how afraid am I not being able to catch up with you" alot of stuff like " if only you would stop to realize that I'm not as happy as I seem" and " would you ever turn back to even notice me" it's all sad questions... Yeah... Loads of forms to fill up... There was one I dreaded most...What do you like about your family... I wrote nothing... Then quite alot of family questions I just put don't know and stuff... One question strike me... Your ambition... I wrote I don't know yet. cause it was a crazy ambition... Yeah if only there was... Happiness given in a present...

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 10:35 PM.


Directed By





Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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