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Wednesday, January 19, 2005
wad a fucking day i had

on the eve of my b'day.wow so many fuckings things had happen.n it can be rendered the most unlucky day of my fucking life.i don mean to be rude but i just cant help it.1stly,amaths test is gone case.next i broke my only usable pen.the best fucking moment came when the sitting arrangement is changed.i'm sitting with natalie.wow.i'm so fucking excited.n there were those who were asking where m i sitting was.i know i don exist in my class.even if i die 1 day.no1 will fucking care.i hate my class i realise it now.its not the ppl.but partly cuZ i'm a fucking nobody just like my current sitting partner..wow.i'm so fucking thrilled by the fucking idea.but..whatever the shit la.then after that late for amaths tuition.then went home n mom say i've to eat alone.wow.cuZ we actually planned for a dinner for three to ''celebrate'' my b'day.till i broke down n cry.yup.n i told my mom all abt hating sch.wadever.then my mom in the end agreed that we're three will hv dinner together.wow..i'm so fucking excited abt tmr.i wonder what kind of fucking things will happen to me.i hope some1 can read this.thanks for making that bloody effort.