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Friday, March 23, 2007
9:49 AM

I'm finally able to get my long awaited rest. Sore throat, blocked nose, phlegm clogging up my throat. Bah, but at least I get to skip training, maths journal writing and sleeeeeeep. I think I should seriously stop going home so late and using the computer till 10+. From sunday on, I'm gonna be good and off the computer at 10.

I am currently eating secret recipe's cake and drinking vitasoy. Secret recipe's cakes are the best, please. I want it for my birthday every single year from now till I manage to find another place that sell cakes as good as this. :D

Gaygay just texted me asking if I'm feeling okay now. :] Aww, isn't she sweeeeeet? Hello, boys. Would you like her as your girlfriend? I'm sure you would be very entertained by her gayness and tio diabetes because she's so sweeeeeeet. HEEHEEEEEE. ^^

Okay, I miss my boyfriend. OMG, I'M USING THAT WORD AGAIN. Nah, I shouldn't use that word, or else we wouldn't last for even 13 days. That word is bloody hell cursed. Okay, so let's try again alright? I miss my miracle. :]

Yay, that's better. I am very capable of talking to myself and making myself happy I think. This is bad, no? I think I should go see a psychiatrist.

Seeing the doctor laterrrrr. Mummy asked me to go ask about my menses problem, but then what if the doctor's a male doctor? Aiyoh, so awkward..

Gah, anything la. It's not the first time my menses are lasting this long. I remember there's once it lasted for a month. HAHA, AIN'T IT A WONDER I'M STILL HERE? THE AMOUNT OF BLOOD I'VE LOST COULD'VE FILLED AN AQUARIUM.

I feel like changing my blogskin again. I think it's getting sooooooooo boring, but then I don't know what I want to change to. I refuse to use other people's skins any more, because my html skills are not bad, and I want the blog to be one and only, unique.

Gaygay's bothered by something again.. ]: I want her to be very happy!

You know ah, I think I'll be happier if there's no school leh. Because there's no homework, no teachers, no stress, no trainings, no bitches etc etc to spoil my day. Though I'll be at home complaining that there's nothing to do.

Then again, I'll probably die because I can't hug people and can't sit beside my miracle during chinese lessons. Okay, pros and cons. I still have to go to school, so I'd better start to love it. :D

YAY, POOOOOOOOL TOMORROW WITH COUSIN. Pool, pool, pool! Bellebelle loves pool though she can't play well. xD

You know, the deodorant I bought yesterday is contained in a pink bottle! Yay, and it smells so sweeeeeeet. Plus the smell lingers somehow, unlike the orange one. Three cheers to adidas fruity rhythm! Wheeeeeeee.

Is it true that spraying deodorant at your breasts causes breast cancer? =/ Walao, like that I think I might tio leh. Not that I delibrately spray at my breasts, but because I like lifting up my shirt and spray from the top (breasts), so I the breasts will get most of the deodorant sprayed. Which means.. BREAST CANCER.

OMGOMG. I don't wanna die so soon, and I don't wanna have my breast cut off.. ]:

I shall start spraying deodorant from the bottom. Like that will have stomach cancer or not ah? LOLLLLLL. Okay, I'm getting nonsensical here. Better stop now, or else miracle is gonna give the weird look while reading this post. :P

Okaaaaaays. BYEXZXSSXZX!


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