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Tuesday, May 1, 2007
(8:05:00 PM)
"Hope this feeling would go away. ):"
I dragged myself out of bed this morning after I received Twin's wake-up-message.
I showered for so long like nobody's business and got ready.
I met her at Plaza's Mac.
I swear I could faint just queuing up to get our orders.
It was so packed, we could hardly breathe and eventually decided to sit at the open area.
After breakfast, we went home and met up at again to study at my house.
Cool.
I swear Vivian was hogging in front of the computer most of the time.
Ahahaha.
School tomorrow.
Can someone hot shoot me in the arse or head?
TSK,
I can't wait to get over with the MYE.
And I can have all the fun during the mid-year break.
But Katherine and I plan to _________ before the mid-year and then ________ after it.
Ahahaha!
No one knows, so shut up.
Aaaaaaaaaaah.
I have nothing to look forward to 'cept for Maths!
With Ms. Chong. (she's like my bestfriend: we gossip) and Eugene who sits right next to me who sings and laughs along with me as though no one's looking.
:D
Some people look forward to seeing their girlfriends/boyfriends during school days.
Shut up.
I don't.
'Cause I don't have one.
Cool?