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There's something i've been wanting to post up, but it will take pretty much a long time for me to really express whatever i want to say. I don't want to rant, or whine about things, so i guess i shall just forget the whole thing. Fyi, i've already got the first part typed out, just didn't finish it. Reminds me of the class chalet post, the second part's half done too. Sighs, its too late to post it up now anyway, everything is over.. There's this home progamme thingy introduced today. I wonder how long i can consistently do it for. Eating junk food every couple of days and all, totally unhealthy lifestyle. Running been kinda slow lately too. Out tomorrow and probably thursday too.

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Sighs, i'm in 3/3 next year. Yesterday night, or rather today morning, was already bad enough. Today afternoon was even worse, upon seeing who's in my class. No offence to those that are in 3/3 yeah. Gonna be so boring and dead in the class since no one's gonna stir up trouble, like what we have in the current 2/5. Guess things will get better as time goes on, i hope. Why this allocation, don't get to be with the people i want, and people that i dislike quite alot are in my class. I foresee a loner school life ahead. 4 years, wasted. The very first decision i made to enter amkss was a wrong one, nothing's going well. I'm really pissed now, next post later or tomorrow. And you, you entered your dream class, my prayers for you were answered. I'll remember you.

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I wonder why i have to be so hypocritical at times. I pretend to be friendly and talk to you when deep down inside me, all i feel is hatred and resentment against you. I have plenty of reasons to be hating you, and i'd probably hate you more than anyone, for you did the worse thing anyone could have done. None of your words nor actions can make up for it, ever. Perhaps i should just stop talking to you totally, ignore everything. I don't wish to do whatever i'm doing now, i'm not comfortable with handling two emotions that are directly opposite of each other. I'm sorry, maybe you won't know what you had done to deserve this cold shoulder of mine, but it's too much against my conscience to be talking to you especially in such a hypocritical way.

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Just about 15 minutes ago, disaster struck my house. Okay, disaster stuck me instead. I figured out that it'd probably be more interesting to let you guys know the whole 'disaster' in details. Longgg story.. At 11, i decided to get a bath and then hit the sack. What's worse i'm having a stupid headache that's been bugging me the entire day. Dug the basket where all the unfolded clothing were for my shorts. And then, from the corner of my eye, i saw something black moving coming out from the room opposite my bedroom. IT WAS A FUCKING BLACK/HUGE COCKROACH! It struck me so hard i STONED and watch the roach moving. Now i know what " stood rooted to the ground" means. That stupid darn black roach apparently knows someone had noticed it, and ran ultra fast into MY BEDROOM! It can't climb over the mattress laid on the floor, so it tried to find an alternative escape route and came out of the room! I swear for a split second the roach stoned and looked straight at me. It identified me as its enemy and guess what, IT GREW WINGS AND STARTED FLYING TOWARDS ME!! If you guys don't know, the ONLY insect i'm afraid is the cockroach. Conversation between me and my bro: Me: " Ahhh! 有蟑螂! 有蟑螂!!!" ( Squats on computer chair) Bro: "哪里？where got 蟑螂?" Me: ( Furiously pointing) 那边! 那边! 看到没有?! Bro: 我去拿 pesticide. Me: 快点 lah! 跑掉 liao! Bro: 没有 pesticide! 我去 ahma 房间拿. In the meantime, the cockroach went under the fish tank. Bro armed with pesticide sprayed it and ASSURED IT WAS DEAD. So after the big fuss i walked into daddy's bedroom. Opened my wardrob in the dark and i saw something even darker moving on the floor just beside me. On the lights and its was the freaking roach just now! DIDN'T DIE! Second round of ordeal started again. -.- This time was more comical, i ran onto my brother's bed, shouting for my bro to wipe out the roach. Daddy was already sleeping and i crossed over him, trying to get to the other side. And then cockroach flew again! I tripped over daddy and almost fell off the bed. Daddy woke up and was grumpy. I was in such hysterical that ahma came over to the room to see what's happening. Mummy came out of the toilet and stood there laughing. Bro finally killed the cockroach which caused so such distress to me. The corpse is probably still under the bed. I was sweating after the whole thing, trying to escape that stupid cockroach that chased me. I ran out of the room immediately after i see no roach. Floor > chair > bedroom > bed > daddy's bed > sofa. Amazing not? I was ultra sleepy before the whole thing and after so much running and screaming i can't sleep anymore. That's why i'm blogging now. Coming to one and i'm still not tired. Bet i'm gonna have nightmares tonight. Darn cockroaches, especially those that can fly. Urgh. Happy laughing at my comical acts people. Not very usual for me to be so crazy.

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When you're about to give up, ask yourself why you hanged on in the first place. I'll never be able to forget you. Twenty years down the road, till the day i enter my grave, i'll still be proud to say, " You were my first true love. "