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Don't run.
230905
let the rhythm take you over.had mcq science tday. er, i think i screwed it up. reallllll bad i swear. but who cares. not interested. haha. waited for SOMEBODY for an hour nd a half tday. longest time of mah life. good thang russell was thr t talk t me. then ate with him. was starving. waited for mouse t come down. she takes forever ! then we headed t town. she wanted t bowl. but i didnt. cos im afraid i might jst get another sore hand. uh huh. then we headed t town. saw jess sel and joycelyn in the bus. uh, ya they were gg town also. crapped nd talked a lot in the bus luh. me nd mouse then headed t cine first. cos she complained she was hungry. then after her meal we headed t the movies. we took hell of a long time t decide wht t watch. we even chat with the guy selling the tix. he said the red shoe aint nice. so those intending t watch RED SHOE, DONT WATCH. it's not scary. so dont go waste your money. wanted t watch cinderella man, but mouse dont want. so we settled with the myth. it's a nice show luh. right mouse. haha. this story line kinda nice. something different luh.met with sel before watching. we headed t heeren t walk arnd. sel went into uh, hmv, yes. so mouse was introduced t rock songs. taha. then we decided t throw her alone at the chinese section thr. thn she suddenly came running t us whn she found out whr we were hiding. haha. then she started giving tht really flustered look. god, it was so hilarious. whn she told us wht happen, it was actually this 2 SJI guys wanting her no. haha. damn funny luh. so she was freaked out, i dont knw why either. walked arnd heeren then saw some 4C girls. thn we headed t cine, cos the movie was starting. sel went home nd me nd mouse went t watch movie. haha. it was good ! haha.so after that we decided t walk arnd paragon, went t see mah that that shoulder pad. haha. anyways, im gg out with darling tmr, i hope. then i can get whtevr i wanted t get. was stopped by this lady who told us she was from some create talents wht wht ? i dont knw luh. thn we took a bus down t CH. training was alrt. kinda boring. got stood up by so many people. well, not actually a lot luh, but got stood up. haha, whtevr luh uh. but i saw that that CH gymnast ! oh my, isnt he gorgeous. haha. but he looks uber bad attitude. but who cares. had dinner nd came home. watched a bit of survivor. haha. erm, the survivor looks funny. prolly i havent watched it in a long time that's why. i missed LOST yesterday. damn sad. TA UH. decided t blog more tday. sometimes i really feel like life's a little too harsh for me. prolly im taking it too serious or smth. i dont knw. or jst tht God made me this way. he's so like a total stranger t me. ken's his name. who the heck is he. oh, i think i hear his name somewhr in mah hse ? oh ! i think he's my brother. he's a wreck. he's isolating himself. i dont knw wht got into him. yes, he's a guy who always keeps t himself, one conversation in a week, four speeches in a month, forty eight tongue-tied mumblings in 365 days. jst wht the fuck is this. he needs a tight slap i swear. he wont wake up. he's deprived of friends. why. or maybe, i jst shouldnt bother. or should i. painstakes, heartaches nd sour tears.
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