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Tuesday, January 5, 2010 // 11:07 PM

Shitty shitty day. I really hate my school shoes. I have swollen toes everyday. There's band today, so things are worse. Marching = walk more. Walk more = more swollen and pain. New stuff learnt, almost killed me. It really suck to have really really short legs. Almost died. It triggered my asthma and I blacked out. Haha... Good thing there was Meihui, Huilin and Jolyn. Saved me from dropping straight on the floor and banging the wall. I don't want another freaking scar on my face. One is bad enough. Haha... If you don't know I scarred my face before, then too bad. You're not close to me at all, till the extend that you don't even know I have a scar of my face.

Hate my class, I have hair check everyday. Brilliant isn't it? Nope. Not very. It kinda suck a lot. But I don't really care. I still have my friendship band tied on my ankle, my fringe is still dangling, despite the fact that I pinned it up. Tomorrow will suck, with my heavy bag. I'm going to school early tomorrow. To meet Raf, good, I'll miss the crowdy buses for one more week. Stupid 70 is always squeezing at 0830. I'm taking a long time to post, cos I'm quarreling with a lot of people on MSN now. Shitty day, tomorrow, I'll be a happy girl. So never mind. BYEBYEWORLD!