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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


Sunday, October 25, 2009
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no greetings. no quotes. no title. no nothing.
imma get straight to the point. since my fingers are bloody fuck trembling as i type.
so yesterday was an awesome day.

went for an early breakfast at kfc.
had a friendly match with sembawang sec girls. funny stuffs.
headed to sembawang beach after sun plaza.
of all places. sembawang. damnit.
i hated that place, i've been complaining since the start of the year. lol.
but sahhida and i was the most craziest though. we sang and sang and kept singing.
in the bus -.- sampai lagu khilaf minah tudung all came out. whaddableah. ha.
had lunch at shikin's crib. super spicy but still yummylicious.
shikin had her problems today, which is what some of 541'clique is going through.
oh well. we gossiped for a long time. like some serious gossiping. or talking about the facts maybe?
bused home with aida. after shower, straight to bed. damn early-.-

it doesn't sound anything close to awesome huh.
well, no mood mah. so i ain't gonna make it SOUND awesome anyways.
gah.

tomorrow, i'm totally going to my class dinner.
so, gotta talk to daaaaaad for it. GAH.
suaysuay sia wrong day. monday, his not even working somemore-.-.-.-.-
bloody hell la. what if he doesn't allow me to go? neh, i'm sure he'll let.
but how the fuck am i suppose to ask him? his such a reporter.
oh well, still gonna ask. hah-.-

i guess it's about time to forget about the past -> h.i.m. (hyperactive invasion of monsters) wtf, right-.- him i meant.
gotta move on. or should i say, 'get over it uh kid'. yeah, that. since he already well passed did.
(AM I JEALOUS ABOUT SOMETHING?! OH COME ON, I HOPE I'M NOT. NEH, DONT THINK SO)
start a bloody fuck better life next year. yeahuh, NEXT YEAR -.-
boys? dumb fuck la. not gonna fall in love anymore.
well, i am just a useless bitch. so fuck cares.
o---kaaay. too much vulgarities here. if i continue spitting these,
the 'vp' will find out. oh rigggggggggght -.- that's dumb.
I DONT LIKE 2009 LAH. WELL, NOW I DON'T -.-

I AM DELETING BLOOOOOOOGGEH! i think, only. not sure. not bothered.
got better stuffs to do than stick my eyes to the stupid screen.

i didn't noticed i posted so long. stupid shit-.-
ehhh! today's the 25th. ya allah, i forgot. oh well.
goodbyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee this dateeeeeeeeeeeee foreveeeeeeeer.
pa. the. tic.