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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I keep forgetting the title . Is it just me , or has blogger just become more, weirder ? I have two tests tomorrow, & I'm not mugging . I'm definitely screwed . Was undergoing an emotional turmoil today . Fights, misunderstandings, all that shit crap . Settled down and now I'm ready to start a new day ;DD * grinsss * Anyway, CARNIVAL DAY'S drawing nearer & nearer . OOOOOOH . Yeahh, excited . But I doubt that we'll make as much profits as last year . With Miss Tan on course, our class in in havoc . I think she's testing us in some way . Hmmmmmm, I wonder . I need to sms Miss Tan . Ah, I'm losing interest in badminton . & I'm not afraid to say it . Maybe cause I'm sick of the same old same old . Routines, drills, circuit training, the strokes . ugh . It could be the people. I don't really know . But I'm losing interest , definitely . Save me from this wrath ! Tomorrow's 2.4, and I just ate a big bag of Ruffles . I'm definitely, one hundred percent, surely, obviously, basically, theoretically, practically, surely, screwed . |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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