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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Friday, May 04, 2007
waiting for my hair to dry, so meanwhile shall mention here some things..
my good intentions have been misunderstood by people.
im sure someday they will understand.

today's classes were damn damn damn BORING!
my head was almost dropping onto the desk.
in fact everyone's publicly resting their heads on the table.
me too.
just couldn't pick up any energy to simply lift up my head up.
eyes were closing..
& i was yawning till tears almost flowed out.
i pretended to be taking notes, but the fact is i was actually drawing and scribbling.
guess who i drew?
it's him lor...
eeyer~when mr konda was teaching, i was thinking of him, his smile and everything until it brought a smile on my face.
that kind and innocent smile..so humble and endearing..just feel like snuggling up to him.
i will be glad if the feeling is mutual.
don't know how will he think of me..
was saddened when he said about me growing up because i don't like being treated like a child.
thomas asked me what's my dream.
i said it is a dark purple volkswagen beetle.
deep within my heart, i was whispering his name.

eh, i like him?
nightz! lets fight on together!

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