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Wednesday, September 14

hmmm... sometimes i really wonder why people say i look dao all the time. i dont!!! ok, so maybe i am cold to strangers but that is how i look! i cant possibly force a smile all the time right? that'd look so artificial... argh. i suppose its just that i have a frosty exterior or something to that extent. whenever i look at someone, i think i sort of glare. but what is there to do? i'm not someone who can smile.




like take the incident when i was walking home from school today. i was nearing my blk of flats when i heard this high pitched voice shouting behind me. "EXCUSE ME?! EXCUSE ME?" being my usual bochap self, i totally ignored that(i mean, how would i know that they were referring to me????? i thought it was that boy walking in front of me wadd.... ). then after they chased me for some time, two young malay boys surfaced beside me and almost shouted: " excuse me?! can you tell us what is the time now?" ohhhhh, so it WAS me they were referring to. fine. so i sorta misjudged it. "erm, i dun have a watch" was my blunt and lame reply. so much for their effort. i didnt even bother to look at the phone i had in my hand. hmmm, i seriously wonder if i'm too mean or something. ah well. at least i can say that i'm nice to my classmates... hehehe. (:




ok, so i was wrong again. sitting with magdalene is not exactly a torture or anywhere near that. but there is one thing seriously wrong with her tho. she is damn CRAZY. well, that's all i can say about her. haha. (: