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louisa
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

am i that deprived of sleep lmao.
i thought i was regulating my sleeping hours.
so how is it that i managed to sleep ALL THE WAY from woodlands to hwachong WITHOUT WAKING UP IN THE MIDDLE AT ALL.
and even had to be tapped awake by the guy next to me -_-
thanks dude, whoever you are ^_^
when im half-asleep, you should never trust me with anything.
if there's a birthday surprise, i let things slip very easily.
if i wanted to say something, it rolls the wrong way off my tongue (ie i forget it MID-SENTENCE.) charis and joanne can vouch for that. ><
i promise to be in a fully conscious state for OP. D:

what is your PROBLEM, dude.
you dont know how much your face is calling out to my hand to give you a tight slap okay.
you deserve one. no kidding.

lit lecture was all kinds of amusing.
"ALAS! PERSONIFICATION!"
"BEHOLD! A CONCEIT!"
"oh, goody goody~"

chem was o_O
i was deserted by a bunch of aunties T_T
i almost typed antis, wth ok nvm.

gp, then bio, then bus-ed home.
yixian thought i was running away from her D8
but i was running for the bussssssssssssssss.
*feels melodramatically, utterly wronged*

received an sms from mum on the bus.
my mood totally sank ._.
to ______:
you useless bum, i dont care if you're thirteen years older, you're getting a slap from me the next time i see you.
your father is undergoing a f***ing operation and you say you're not going to be there?
what kind of a son are you srsly.
you pathetic excuse for a human being you.
go, go, go.
if you think simple prayers are going to be enough to support your own father, go ahead.
go get a job, why dont you. and take time off to go visit him once in a while.
idek what you're doing with your life now.
not my business to care anyway right. PFFFFFT.

on a side note.
THREE DAYS TILL DAD COMES HOME 8D

and i dont know why you're still hanging around him.
can't you see he's not good enough for you?
all the best, you.