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Monday, May 17, 2010 // 10:45 PM

There's something really wrong with my brain. I had been blur since the morning because I'm still half asleep and half sick. I loved today morning's weather. My favourite cooling nice type of mornings that makes me wanna drink hot chocolate. Today after I fainted, I start doing stupid things. I banged the wall, used body shampoo to wash my hair, start singing randomly, can't play the piano. Symptoms of going crazy. It's funny 'cause I didn't fall straight to the ground today. Fish grabbed me. And I actually sustained some injury with my brain because I'm abnormal today after fainting.

Mummy had been complaining I look pale. I think I must really look sick. I usually have rosy cheeks, so if I look normal, I'm already pale. Shan came to pass me the candies he bought when he went to Essex and complains that I'm in a fucked up mess because I was staring at him like some idiot not responding to anything even when he 'suan' me. I usually 'suan' people back with double the power they use to 'suan' me. I'm not really normal. Desiree said I looked like I was gonna fall and die any moment.

Things went on quite smoothly today. Surprises, yes. But not that disappointing. I scored 79/100 for Biology, like IDK how I did it. I passed Geography, yet another miracle with 34.5/50. I got an A2, 73/100 for E math. It's bloody terrible for E math. The lowest in class was 60, SO NO. I didn't do well for it. The worst part is that most of the marks deducted are caused by my carelessness. How great? Nevertheless, thank God for actually this results. I should have failed everything and I didn't so yeah. Fishy got 96/100 for E math. The highest in class. Haha... I'm so happy for her. Yeah, a bit jealous. 'Cause she's not a sotong. I am a big one. Queen some more.

I'm still shedding that invisible tear for you. I don't know why. I saw you, you turned, see me and just walked away in the other direction, torn me apart you did. Why avoid me when you say you can't be bothered with me? Friends? Are you sure we aren't enemies? I was in bad luck, and sat in front of you I chose to look away. You didn't know there was a world war taking place inside me deciding whether to just turn and look straight at you because I simple miss you. FML.

PS. I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hung over. I'll love you forever. Forever is over.