Wednesday, May 23, 2007
♥ Hui Dao Guo Qu

Sup! :D

Kay I know I said something about not blogging as often. I said to mug and mug and mug and start holding water so that I can pass Physics and Chemistry and then laugh and say HAHA I AM NOT DUMB.

... But then. Motivation's still MIA. And I've to find it back first.

That's just a stupid excuse. You must be really stupid if you believed I had any motivation to start with.

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No lah. There really was motivation. Or maybe not. Maybe I imagined the motivation. But an imagined motivation is still a motivation. Anyway, motivation is meant to be imagined. Am I confusing you already? No? Okay, I'll try harder next time.

Yesterday I was studying with chunying at Causeway's Burger King at 7pm+ at night when chunying said "Why gillian never walk past one". And then gillian walked past. -.- So chunying called her on her handphone and we think that gillian accidentally picked up the call but doesn't know that she picked up the call. Which explains why chunying could "hear her breathing". -.- Lol.

So after gillian walked past, I was thinking, maybe we'll see Layjia or Charis or Gerald or anyone else. And then within a minute from that thought, chunying asked if "that is Charis". Stupid small world.

That was kind of random. But I'm talking about gillian what. And everything about gillian is random. So, get used to it.

Oh and the other time I tagged at gillian's blog saying I miss her and that it's been 2198 years since I last saw her, I went out to watch Spiderman3 later and met her on train. How cute is that.

I need more cold jokes to SMS Mdm Wong. Where's Vanessa and Priscilla?

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Sometimes I really think NJ has made me less lame. No one laughs at my jokes in NJ. Okay, maybe Sherrie. But I only see her during trainings. And there's no more trainings now. So no one really laughs at my jokes. And that makes me kind of sad. :(

On a happier note, crap, I forgot what I wanted to type. Maybe there weren't any happier notes in the first place. =/

Hui Dao Guo Qu is an emo song.

Ah and I hate being 17. Tsk.

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DRINK MILK. :D