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Thursday, July 27, 2006
You should fucking knock yourself into the wall and die. You biased sarcastic irritating irritant of an asshole. You know, when I was in Primary and Secondary school, I was kinda a typical slacker and when my teachers gave me or the class a pep talk, I always felt like I've let her/him down and I'll feel an urge to study hard just so that I wouldn't disappoint him/her. The teachers sort of "inspired" me to work not only for myself, but for them. Sounds kinda unbelievable that I'll care, but its true. I know they're sincere and usually, what they say gets to me and makes me guilty.

But oh my freaking goodness. Not only do you fail so pathetically miserably in all the above, you make think how nice it will be to whack you fugly hard with a frying pan. You're fake, imcompetent and blatantly disgustingly full of yourself. And please, since its apparent that you can't get the facts through your thick skull, face the wall for a hundred years and do the activity that you so love us to do; fucking REFLECT. You're doing it all wrong.

Sorry for the language but dammit, what's bad language for?

Bingo! Specially designed for gargantuan Assholes like him. He's one in a million.
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Other than the asshole being his usual assy self, today was a pretty good day! After school, Joanne came over to hc and we headed to town together to catch "The Lake House". haha on the whole it was a pretty good/sweet show but both of us came out with question marks hovering around our heads. haha. It was a pretty confusing plot and all, unique but weird. We ended up spending the next half an hour trying to decipher and make sense of the whole movie. Damn funny lah (: Behind us however, we heard a bunch of girls complaining "wahlaooooo waste my money -groans". Differing opinions huh.

Walked to taka after that and I told her my deep dark secret over "dinner"! Feels good to say it actually, since I've never actually told anyone else. hahahaha. Thanks for sending me home even though it was pretty late and for that super cute drawing! I'll upload it here to showcase your "artistic talent" but I left my phone cable at Yong's house. haha.

Speaking of Yong, he msged and said, "haha hey thanks alot! :D I know its expensive but you guys are so nice and I can't don't reply haha. So send the rest my regards and help me say thanks! will do my best :D"

So heres wishing Yong all the bestesttttt! :D We'll be seeing you real soon!

in the name of love.
9:54 PM