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Monday, April 18, 2005

tong hua li dou shi pian ren de ma?

todae. was borring dae. started all bad. with my eye hurtin.. redd. and swollen. den reach skool stupid shaun say eye not red den no blood ler. so haha. yea. kinda makes sense. so. okie. i assumed it was okie. den go klaz. mrs wong nv come. find dat i kindaa missed her. LOL. but seriously she's nice lar. a great teacher. den jez lazed arnd. listening to mp3. den was feelin kinda loner again...den started thinkin. and thinkin. and thinkin. blahH.

in de end go talk to pple. try to be less anti... den. aiyah. was hopin dat someone wld come talk to me lar. but nobody took de initiative. lol. except si jie who was jez sittin bside me listening mp3. as in. someone lar. nvmm... nvm...

sighhs. den got kinda crazee.chinese. kept laughing and laughing and laughing. WITHOUT KNOWING WHY I'M LAUGHING. jez felt like. everything is so dam farnie lar. see nc's face. so red. farNie. den i laugh laugh laugh. den somehow... de laughter turned to tears.. and nothing seemed funny at all... everything just seemed so sad... and tears jez kept coming out lar. den. nvm. maybe they're tears of laughter... maybe.... just maybe..

den recovered. managed to write some poem for gan lao shi. den.yea. rest of de day continued as normall... no more madness. no more laughter. no more tears. jez. normal.

lol. had training. which cheered me up as usual. at least. i jez forgot everything.yups.

sometimes you wonder if you're doing de right thing. then you realise. maybe it's not that right after all. you feel all numb. and as you turn. you see a tear falling.

lala. went home. den nearly slipped to death in my socks. lol. my house very clean lar. den very slippery with socks. haha. den realised my mum applied for a counselling course. =Xx lol.my dad said she jez took up for funn lar. but i think once she starts, de thing will be like kinda built into her. den it wont be for fun anymore. lol. let's see if she can be better than mrs wong. or de om. =Xx.

laughter into tears.

xiang qi wo de shi hou.
ni yao hen kai xin orh.


;8:05 PM


ng yi qi♥

yiqi
grps,nhhs,sajc

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