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*Sharifah/Shassy/ShinHyunHyo:
A fifteen year-old volleyball player/korean learner.
True Fact; I daydream a lot & I'm curious about everything.
"Life is not about being judgmental." Best viewed in safari.
inspirations by flagorneur


Tuesday, October 6, 2009
-downcast.

"Hello i'm Apple. And you're Peach.
Apple misses peach. Apple wants a hug from peach.
When? Now. Apple said please. Will peach hug apple?"

the start of today was just so atrocious, and it continued throughout the day.
it rained cats and dogs, okay not really. but it still rained.
since the start of today, all i ever wanted to do was to get some sleep.
i couldn't sleep during science because my group was the most enthusiastic.
history, finally. head on the table and dozed off to sleep.

d&t then mother tongue. farhanee texted me in class. when she's right across me-.-
after school, sigh, another extra history remedial was conducted.
well, i can't help it and got some shut-eye again for half an hour while the teacher kept yakking.
soon later, i woke up and started to answer the questions -.-'
after class, i headed home and i felt so dispirited, undeniably. sigh.

i've been in this kind of plight for a whole week now, i myself couldn't believe.
lately, i couldn't even get myself to concentrate on studying cause my mind's always on something else.
the feeling of being shot right through my heart, it's so beyond description.
rage mixed up with despairing emotion, causing me to get all perplexed about what'd ensued.
sometimes, i couldn't convince myself that it had concluded. how moronic, eh?
yeah, absolutely. well then, i'd best stop squandering my time over this issue.

omg, i have a right clicker. oh how amusing.