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Saturday, October 13, 2007

betrayed

hey there, how was your day?
mine was kinda eventful. in a bad way.

well, apparently something childish happened in the morning that ruined the rest of my day. just thinking of it makes my blood boil, close to evaporation. puerile losers. secondly, my pooch went missing. it squeezed through the-like-so-many grails of my house, and escaped free. i didn't realise till in the late afternoon as i was so engrossed watching vcds. the moment i realised, i ran out of the house and started searching. i was close to tears yknow. wtf. i was damn pissed yet sad yet.. i dont know lahh. i searched till my feet had blisters. well, fear not, Oscar chanced upon these really kind hearted people. (: they found him, brought him home, called SPCA (unfortunately they couldn't contribute much help), bathed him, stayed outside their house in hopes that maybe someone would pass by looking for him. and yeaaaaaaaaaah, after a long search, we were reunited. haha. they are freaking friendly people man, shit, makes me feel so guilty. i can't thank them enough. and it disappoints me to actually realise how unhelpful the spca is. to think i used to love that organisation, even supported it in some camp in primary school. AHHHH. *throws all my spca items away* anyway, i saw a big group of construction workers playing criket at the backyard during my search. how cute.

and oh dear, mr leow(physics teacher) just can't wait to share or rather, spread the good news regarding my physics results. one day i went so school and everyone started telling me the same thing. EH ESTEE YOU GOT *insert number* FOR PHYSICS LEH. mr leow you gay peanut. neh, i love him. anyway, the outcome didnt hit me as any sort of suprise. i failed, and im the lowest. beat that. hahahahaha. yeah yeah yeah, i admit i didn't study. duh. i scanned through a few pages, literally gave up and jumped to cross stitching. lrrh. whatever, i just hope that will be the only big red mark. ESPECIALLY A MATH. PLEASE LA PLEASEEEEE. i dont know who im pleading, but PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Enjoy your hols peaps. :D

ps: dont mind the really giant fonts from my previous posts. no, i do not think you have really poor eyesight, just lazy to edit.

feel the beat. [9:10 PM]




Almighty

Estee Er, 15
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