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Friday, July 3, 2009
Hell of A Day
Today is the hands down, second to none, worst day ever.

Maybe it was the group of cowardly bitches who had no balls to confront me face to face when i arrived first thing in the morning? Maybe it was these few pieces of shit who only dared to 'front stab' me when the class was down to 3 people (me, Chai, Linda)? Aha cowards. Eat cock you people. Ironically, these people are prefects. LOL. I don't care about you that's why you deserve only this one measly paragraph. Obviously you guys love me a lot to talk about me so much. At the top of your lungs 'that crazy selfish bitch', 'she talks weird with retainers', 'she looks like a whore in shorts', plus the ambushing me so early in the morning, obviously shows the extent of which you care. I can only say, you psychobitches should reflect. My front tooth is jutting out, my main ortho problem. But you, SL, your teeth are misshapened. I wonder how your boyfriend can stand to French you what with the little cracked pieces of calcium in your mouth you call teeth. And the other, aha psychobitch,you try wearing shorts. Your enormous calves renders wearing skinny jeans useless. You know you love me, I'm so awesome that I have just wasted 6 minutes of my time typing about a few lifeforms way beneath me. Damn! Never mind la, next time I talk about drainage. Drainage is more important because can prevent floods.

Well, the most hurtful thing is realizing a friend is not a friend. I feel that as a friend, you should always stand by another's side. But I know the difficulty of choosing sides, so all I can ask is a hug and some comforting words. Or just an ear to listen to my problems.

But the crying, the shouting, it hurts me very much. I should be the one crying. I should cry because I found out that my friend doesn't care about me after all.I don't want to blog anymore about this because I don't want to hurt myself or her more. I just want to tell you that, if you sacrifice for a friend, there will be a time when you need help and a friend will sacrifice for you.

I would like to publicly state that I love Miss S. She told me she wouldn't listen to the BS from dear Lowly Lifeform (LL) because she understands my pain of retainers. Choral Speaking is bearable because of Miss S.

I would like to tell CK that it's not your fault, and EL(!) that I love you, SH that it's ok you don't need to involve yourself, and LY that you should cheer up and smile.

WOnder what happens to unity and harmony. Class is in disarray and a state of deep deep tension. It's like an extremely solid batch of Koperasi pudding in class, the atmosphere is so thick that you can wade through it. Maybe it's those not-our-class people who feels like involving themselves (i.e. disrupting) our lives. This does not apply to nice people. Nice people (a rare occurence), are welcome even if they have horns on their heads or a mouth on their ass or have green gelatinous skin.

Read more for updates. Do you like my blogging style now? It feels so refreshing to use expletives. I'm trying to blog like Xiaxue. And I have a new tagline now. It's super annoying but I don't care lovies!>-------

You know you love me.

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&the time is 12:53 PM
posted by Ena ♥