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Saturday, May 12, 2007


I think I'm a self-sufficient person, most of times I prefer to do things independently than use some one's company.
I think leeches and spineless people are quite irritating.

But today I wished there was someone there to piggyback me home when I sprained my foot.
I remember that time when I felt sick during drama camp in Sec 3 and I was feeling the most awful shit I wanted my bf to fetch me home.
He couldn't for some reason I can't recall.
Then Siming sent me home in a cab when he stayed freaking far away.
He didn't have to.
I was sooo thankful la. So nice this person.

Back to what I was saying,
The pain didn't make me cry as much as knowing how clumsy I am sometimes.
I was feeling miserable that everybody had to stop playing and I was the spoilsport.
Then I suddenly remembered that my dance performance was on the 25th of May.

No more toe pointing and sashaying for me.
Poor Xinyan it was a two person section I have no idea if it'll be cancelled.

Sian sian sian sian sian sian sian a boyfriend will be good at this time.

I really should give up playing soccer altogether.

I'm not so sad now already, just a bit.
Because my brother is fucking cute.
He's such a caring boy for his age.
Its so unpretentious.
You'd think that a six year old doesn't know that people are hurting, but this boy just knows.
He was talking to me and explaining that I should trip this guy who made me fall and make this guy suffer for revenge.
Hey its wrong to seek revenge, we should always forgive [though there's no one to forgive except myself, I tripped on my own] and forget, but thank you.

I have high hopes of him becoming a real gentleman.

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