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♥ Monday, February 25, 2008
6:50 AM

Guess what?
Lessons have begun.
its like the school already planned our whole year's study plans. DAMN.
thats what you get for being 'gatal' and enter a god-damn JC.
i have what, geography notes that are friggin 4cm thick.yes thick.
thats a hell lot of papers and words in there mind you.
but!
yes, theres always a but.
i've got the ultimately cutely geeky form teacher in the world.
and he is BILLY TAN.
awwww.isn't his name like adorable already?
and i've gotten my DLSR which makes me really excited and jumpy.
because i might be your very next Private I. hoho.\

right this is suppose to be a random post that you happen to think of
when you don't get enough sleep yet you still don't wanna crawl into one
and your mind isn't functioning properly because Nessa says a wooden fountain
and scented joss sticks doesn't allow you to find Inner peace. Instead she makes
you run the treadmill with her in the school's gym and tells you that just behind
the headlights.you see the sunset.take a picture. forgetting that the basketball is
still under the table.gets a really nicee guy to run back to get it while i sit at the grand
stand taking shots of ants and millipedes on the ground.
oh right, goodnight world.





this dude here says he wants to do a Thriller encore.
followed by Chrank that if you don't mind.
"youuuuuuuuuu"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAYMONDDDo