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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


Friday, August 5, 2011
-i've been gone for too long, now it's time to bring it back~

"My memories with you
Consist only of memories waiting for you
No matter how much I put up with it, it wouldn’t end"

Gu Evening!~ hehe.
Anyway, I just felt like updating today. No idea why. haha.
So I had physics, english and humanities lessons just now. It was okay.
Last period was the best, a total free period that is.
The boys in the last row were already putting their heads down and sleeping.
Not us. My whole row was busy chit-chatting.
Irfaan asked me to do his hair and in the end, everyone else did it for him. Haha his hair, tsk tsk so thick!
I noticed Huy at the back was just looking at Irfaan's hair. Admiring it I guess? haha xD

I got really vexed at a certain someone.
I don't even care if it's true or not but seriously JQ, how immature can you get?
You honestly think I still have heart for you?
After all that bullcrap you have shitted out from your mouth?
Actually, I still don't believe whatever I heard. I really thought you're different.
But then again, I can imagine you saying all that about me anyway.
You're lucky that I was conscious enough not to confront you and talk about it.
I was even tempted to throw my freaking stapler at the back of your freaking head.
Not to mention, I could imagine myself screaming at you. But I tried no to think so revengeful.
Oh whatever, you're not worth it.