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Patricia. i love the sea but i hate the beach. big difference.


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Saturday, April 08, 2006


well. i'm so sad. i know why i am. well, you can not know why you're sad at times. but i won't type it out. for a cause.

anyway. i'll switch to happy happy mood.

my dad just got home from his soccer thing. i hadn't talked for like AGES. so when i saw him, i said "hi dad", and my voice was all high and squeaky and low and stuff. not a very good description but anyway. you get it, right?

my voice is BREAKING!!!!!!!!!

hahha. nah, it isn't. but it sounds like it is. hahah. something wrong. aahhh. i gotta get over it.

today, i had h&f. it's not as boring as i thought it would be. it's actually fun. i like the shirt (: anyway. there wasn't any BB so i couldn't annoy mao jie. waahh! i can't annoy him next week cos there's this cross-country thing. i don't have to run!! woooohoooo. i don't have to cos i'm in-charge of doing stuff. helping out. y'know.

when cca ended, i went to tpc with benjamin (kee) to buy stuff. hahhaa. and there was this person who was smsing me stupid stuff and we kept laughing and laughing and laughing. hey, it was funny ok. anyway. benjamin pours his coffee into a plate and drinks it from there. straanngge.

my sister got home around 8. with NEWS. her school (whitley) got 800 free tickets to the click five concert. and she just had to submit a stupid piece of paper with her stupid name on it and give it to the stupid chairperson to get a stupid ticket. and she got a ticket!!!!!!!! fish. the person in-charge of the ticket thing had 'connections' and he's pretty close to my sister so he gave her a free backstage pass. what the fish. and she didn't get me a ticket!!!! what the fish.

she could've ASKED someone who wasn't interested to get me a fishing ticket!!! i gotta chill. BUT THIS IS THE CLICK FIVE!!! damn. she has a backstage pass. she's gonna see the hot dude. oh man oh man oh man. i wanna strangle her. i wanna see the hot dude!!!

it's so sad. wwaaahhh!!!! moommmmyyy!!!!!!!!!!!

my dad said i could go. but when i asked him if he would pay for my ticket, he was all, 'FAT CHANCE!!!' omigod. he's so eville. i swear. it's so unfair!! my sister gets to go. so what if it's free? SHE STILL GET'S TO GO AND SHE HAS A FISHING BACKSTAGE PASS. grarrr. never mind.

i'll tell her to take a picture of the hot dude. he's so hot *melts*. and she so so so so so has to get his autograph!! and the rest of the band, please. i'm excited. i'm obsessed.. nah. WHY DOESN'T FISHING BEATTY HAVE 800 FISHING FREE TICKETS????? man. people from beatty should go tryout for the dance dance shit thing.

i regret not going to whitley. seriously. i swear!! it was one of my 6 choices. damn. i should've should've gone to whitley!! then i could get a backstage pass, hopefully? SHE HAS FISHING SOURCES. man. unfair. super. duper. fishing. unfair. GRARRRR. at least i'll get the hot dude's picture.. and signature.

yayyy :]


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