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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
Hello! Welcome to crash---and--burn.bs.com.
Be nice and tag before you leave, yeah?
from the beginning, you didn't care at all//
Thursday, 1 April 2010 // 20:30

Could someone tell me what to say
To just make you stay

-Faber Drive, Tongue Tied

God. Screw this.



Kay ignore the part above, thankyou.

So. Uh. Not much happened these two days.

Uh. Wednesday.

For ICT we're doing Photoshop now.

We have to trace a photo that describes ourselves.

I'm doing a softball, because it's just, really easy.

Except for the fact that the stitching, which is the only bit I actually have to manually paint on, looks freakishly weird.

I just suck at drawing, gah. I've redone it like, thrice. And every single time I just erase it all and start again. Gahhh.

And then, LA.

I had to present my stupid story.

I left out this chunk of narration, and so my presentation was wayyyyy too short. Gahh.

Then FPS. I suddenly realized how freaking easy UPs are to write.

Then today. PE.

I hate long-distance running. Gahhhhh.

And hmm, my shuttle run sucks too.

I run all the way to the line and bend down as if stretching, just sped-up. Because I never remember to stop before and just stretch my arm, gah.

But it's still enough to get an A. So whatever.

Then what else. Chinese. We needed to do a situational composition.

THEN STUPID DAPHNECHIEW STOLE MY PHONE. Because Nat was asking me about Keith and then she scolded me and sorta-confiscated my phone. And I was at her table.

Eh I think I finished my compo before her can. Oh and Goh SeeMin was getting pissed at Divya, her and I for being so noisy. Whee.

Ohyeah, and then, I forgot to take it back from her because when I asked for it after LA which was after Chinese, she said she said she'd only return it when I finish my compo. Which yeah, I hadn't.

Then after school I forgot to ask it back from her and she went to SMO. Gahhh.

I was completely freaking out when I realized. Then I went to library to stone and do homework and saw Jessie.

Then we did our ICT. And quite obviously, she was doing on some Harry Potter thing.

Then I waited till 4 and they finally ended.

Then when we were leaving they[aka Daphne and Divya] suddenly said they wanted to eat. But Daphne ran away halfway because her father already reached to pick her up. Then Divya was screaming and pulling her shirt, to stop her from leaving, apparently.

Nicole was staring at her as if she was crazy. Which she is, btw.

Which reminds me, during LA, Divya had to present, and it was funny in a good way. Because she's just really expressive.

And I think that's all about school.



All that's left are the memories
Constantly haunting me

-DaveDays, My Last Song for Miley



DaveDays finally met Miley Cyrus.

Good for him.

And he's actually a pretty good musician.

OH and that song has a really really nice chorus. If you don't think about the context he's singing in, of course.



I don't really know what else to post about.

I remember I had wanted to post about something, but I can't remember what it is.

Gah, this is, per-tare-fick.

Okay, I don't know why I just typed that.

But my life is pathetic, gah.

I shall now go lie in my bed and watch Chuck/Glee/Keith till I fall asleep.



1st April, 9'16pm