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I've been chosen to write a history essay

For the coming Malaysian Independence Day.
The horror! And I've chosen this man.


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I just typed a whole lot and deleted it.
This is the summary :

[[I just pissed the hell out of babyelf4

[[I lost my pencilbox]]

[[I am not going to Singapore]]

[[I want to meet dearcharlene and her boyfriend luq this Friday]]

[[I am reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein]]

[[Her life was so tragic & dramatic]]

[[I am pissed]]

I am now an accomplished part-time typist, school-goer, music student and aspiring self-taught artist. Yet I feel nothing. I am bored, I do not have a book and I spend all my time, visioning god-knows-what and listening to Craig Nicholls singing TV PRO, which brings me to this : thank you for the belated present, LIYANA. I feel like there are tons ( Read more... )

Haffy Bufffay, dearcharlene :D

dearcharlene called yesterday. It was good to hear from her. Pity Korea sucked. Yeah, we were talking [well, she did most of the talking] and she HAD to bring up the subject that she now goes to another school. Argh, stupid shit. I admit I'm pretty dependent on her. Will I now be the only one who differs from conventionality [I'm not saying I am so very ( Read more... )

I am a LJ meanie.
I update like once every 2000 days.
I speak crap. [wait that's my right.
Kick me out!
Kick me out!

I need to filter my Friend's page. Too many, um, unwanted guests. I'm sorry, we were once friends. Now no more. That's harsh. I believe in karma. Your revenge is on the way. If you care. If you care. Oh, please say you do. Sadistic ( Read more... )

I was called out of class. A prefect wanted to see me. Oh, no actually three of them. One the vice president of the senior prefects, the other the vice president of the afternoon of junior prefects and another a big blabbermouth busybody, who happens to be my classmate and I'm related to her. Somehow. So the senior greeted me "Hello. Nice to meet ( Read more... )

A month or two back, it was the Cheng Beng festival. It's a Chinese custom for the people to visit their relatives' graves. My dad went, I was supposed to go, I forgot and I regretted it. This probably happens every year but I'll make sure I'll attend next year's. My dad visited my great-grandfather's grave at the next town's graveyard. [Speaking ( Read more... )