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tired of barely holding on,
to something that's already gone.
tired of being the one who's in this all alone.

entries about chat links




had enough
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but for now; I'd just pretend//
Saturday, 13 February 2010 // 12:59

He was starting to cry, and I hated myself for making him worry like this.
I had promised myself a long time ago that I would do anything to make him smile, and I was breaking that promise.


Don't ask me why I just quoted that. Because I don't have a clue either.

It's just a really really really nice quote.

Anyway, I change my mind about yesterday.

As superficial as this sounds, you just cannot stay unhappy when you see the coolest house, ever.

MinXin's house is just about the fking awesomest house I've ever seen.

Even the toilets are awesome. The toilet seat covers are activated by motion sensors. There's a seat-warming system. Andd, idk, it was just really cool.

I don't even know how to describe it.

The whole time we [me, Nat, Lynn, YanZhe, Jordan, YongHui, and Joshua] were there, we were just shouting "OhMyGoddd"s.

It's even more hotel-y than a hotel.

But it's scary to talk about Final Destination in that house.



Bleh, I hate PE and Softball.

Because all of the stretches that make me do. Now if I don't do stretches I'd get muscle cramps damn easily. Gah.

Oh and I accidentally bit my blister.

It wasn't intentional. I was just rubbing the back of my hand against my lip and just randomly bit on it.

No, I did not pop it like a balloon. I bit down on it kinda slowly and it just, deflated, not exploded.

And some weird-tasting substance came out.

But skin cells work really fast and now it looks almost the same. Except it hurts a little more but it's a little smaller.



Klan hates me now. Applause.

And probably only me.

He doesn't hate Lynn at all. At most a little unhappy for not picking up his calls.

He isn't pissed at YongHui because she just stood there and watched me destroy my friendship with him.

I don't think he's pissed at the others because they didn't stab him in the back, at least not obviously.

But he's seriously a fucking drama queen. In a bad way.

I'm not saying that it wasn't my fault at all, because most of it was.

I handled the situation very horribly, and it was mostly my fault.

But still.



My sister got her Samsung Pixon 12. Gah, so unfair.

It has a really awesome camera.

Plus the fact it's a touch and that already makes it much cooler.



I hate the fact that teachers still give homework even though it's the Chinese New Year break.

It's so stupid to expect us to do homework when we're supposed to be doing things like visiting relatives and crap like that.

Screw teachers.



I hate long-distance running.

With a passion.