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Tuesday, January 8, 2008 7:56 PM

Why are you so afraid?

Damn, i still want a red dress. My love for red has suddenly been revived. Chanmunyee was supposed to help me get it but something went wrong. I feel sad now, i want a red dress.

I'm going to collate all the nice pictures i've taken so far, pictures which make me happy and put them into my pretty album i've been keeping aside.

They threatened me yesteday. When just the other day, i was joking with michelle that the library might put up a gigantic picture of my spastic face (which was taken by lyncoln, in class) very soon. And just yesterday, my pe teacher said THEY ARE GOING TO, like if the book isn't returned immediately. CHAN MUN YEE JOEY!!~!~!!!1FHBHJEWDSKNC!!!!

I touched jaslyn's hair extensions today. Okay more of fondled. It was fun. Scary, a little freaky, but it was fun. Talking about hair extensions, the last time i saw celeste, her hair was like rope-like. Or thread-like. Or willow tree-like. Being the funny piece of shit she is, she was telling me how she could be walking happily down the street when a whole bunch of hair could just, fall off. And because her extensions are really pretty damn long, hahahha it's practically like a little puddle of hair on the floor. And every time that happens, she runs away, like for her life. I think i'd die laughing if i ever saw something happening like that outside. I wonder who clears away the hair. I mean, you can't exactly leave a mass of hair in the middle of orchard road, right.

PE TOMORROW, BLOODY RABBIT.


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