I just had dinner at home.
And I have BAD NEWS.
Bad for me, at least.
Well, our car will be gone by tomorrow afternoon.
My parents are selling it.

DO YOU KNOW WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?

):

knowing that love's to be shared.

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I had to wake up early to go to Marina. My dad had this football game with his colleagues. It was okay.
Fine, it was boring. At least I didn't have to hold any streamers.
And yes, he plays football.
After that, we all went to Suntec to have lunch. I wasn't hungry so I didn't finish my food. Wasting? Sorry.
Moving on.
My sister and I went to Toa Payoh central where I had my haircut. It's this wash, cut and blowdry thing so yeah. When I was having my hair washed I kinda fell asleep. Hey, if you were having yours washed you'd do the same. The lady was practically massaging my scalp and the water was nice, okay. Don't laugh at me. She was talking to me and I guess I didn't say anything. She told me that I slept when I stood up.
The dude who cut my hair was funny. I know I've been criticizing gays a lot lately. But remember my resolution? Anyway, they're awesome. Metro-sexual people (hairstylists and all) are cool.
The guy who blow-dried my hair was cute. Fine, I wasn't wearing my glasses. But still. I'm not gushing over the guy. Just an observation:D. And he's probably a hundred years older than me so yeah. Don't take me literally. Okay so it was really painful. Blowdryers. You're thinking 'why would you pay to have hot air blow into your face?' huh. Well I don't know the answer.
It's nice, okay. When it's straight and crap.
I bet this will be weird tomorrow.
And I can't tie my hair properly.
I need a bajillion hairpins.
Do I have a bajillion hairpins?
No.

I'll be going out in about an hour or something.
Going to church.
And now I don't know what to blog about.
So I might as well end here.
I don't wanna start crapping or anything.
Although it's fun :D

Ciao.

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It's six in the afternoon and I can't sleep. I was planning to sleep early today. Apparently, it's too early to be asleep. I'm not feeling well.
Okay, I'm trying to hide my emo side.
There is an emotive side in everyone.
I shall erase all the emotive crap.
And move on.

I just realized how lovely my eraser smells. It's small and yellow. And I want to eat it. If you have not seen it, please do not blame me for being strange.
You do not know how tempting it is. I've been smelling it for the past half hour.
Fine, I am strange. Do I care about what you think?
Not exactly.
That wasn't crapping up there.
I'll show you crapping.
But not now.
Maybe next time.

My dad just arrived from the Philippines. He's kinda moving back and forth from one country to another. So is my mom. It's cool when there aren't any parents around. It's like woohoo.
You probably don't understand what I mean by that. Or do you?
You should. So mom's leaving on Monday. Dad's leaving [again] on Wednesday.
It's like woohoo.
Heh. I shall stop saying that.

My lips are bleeding. And I ate Arnott's Shapes. Salty? Yes. Very.
And do you know how it feels to have salt TOUCH your wounds?
Yes? No?
Whatever.

digame que usted me ama.
tell me you love me.

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I have not completed the freaking portfolio.
And I don't think I wanna care about it anymore.
Oh wait, I don't. But why do I even bother continuing.
I don't exactly care if my teacher calls my parents.

I'm feeling horrible this morning.
Not because of school. Many other things.

And I just ran out of Snapple, making my life worse than it was.
Does anyone want to get me another bottle?
Probably not.

The thought of moving back to the Philippines just makes me even sadder. I love Singapore, I love the Philippines too. Can't I just stay here until sec four, dad?
I don't want a new school.
I'm fine with this one.
I know this isn't my decision. But still.
I want to stay here. I don't want to say that I refuse to move back. I mean, it's my country back there, right. Well, I don't know if you understand how I'm feeling. Cos right now I really need that one person to talk to.

And he isn't even here.

baby we'll see us through, if we get it together.

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Well here's the progress I've made:

Portfolio one

-done.
-do the comic/sketch
-comic is in locker.. I think.
-die.

Portfolio two

-print out what you have.
-research on modern thingies.
-drama: help Brenda too.
-sketch crash

-contents page
-ask maojie to send you the pink paper through email
-do reflection sheets.
-reflection sheets are in the locker!
-combine two portfolios
-bind the papers together
-find a binder!
-die from procrastination.

ciao.

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I'm having this painful sore throat right now. I'm hoping it'll be gone by tomorrow morning. Anyway, I finished one pack of strepsils, this guardian lozenges thingy pack (haha) and 2 gallons of water. Nah. Not possible. For me, at least. Mj bought water for me. Yay him. Hah. Well, thanks anyway, if you're reading this. Which is so unlikely cos you hardly come online these days.
I find it extremely hard to swallow food. Well don't blame me. You don't know how I'm feeling right now.
Okay, so you've gotten sore throats before. But you don't remember how it feels.
Right? Well, that's how I see it anyway.

I had the maths programme thing today. It was after classes. Lasted for about three hours? It was extremely boring, just so you know. I managed to do a lot of things in that classroom. I wasn't exactly listening to the instructor. Only the super enthusiastic kids were listening. Surprisingly, Samantha was. She was so enthu. And I was sneaking my phone under my desk. No one could see. And the instructor is like HELLOOOO. So yeah. I was playing some car game and crap you don't need to know ;D
The ridiculous thing ended at around 6 pm. I then went home.

I have not done my homework. I'll do it during Chinese. Oh thank God I don't have to take any mother tongue. Oh wait, no Chinese before math. Ah, I'll just do it during English. I'll come up with something.
But it's not like I'll tell you about it (:
Heh, like you're interested.

I sleep at ten pm. I like sleeping early. Don't ask why. Okay, you can ask why. But I don't guarantee a valid reason. Well, it's not like you're really going to ask, right?
Please say you won't.

I'm nuts.
And I can't swallow without hurting.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Hopefully.

boombox generation:

i HATE naps.
i have my own reasons.

number one, you're asleep; you miss out on stuff. everyone else is awake and everyone's doing stuff. without you. imagine something absolutely cool going on. you're asleep. you missed it. you wake up. people tell you. you're sad. why?
you were asleep.
number two, there are times you fall asleep unintentionally. naps should never have been created. it's not exactly created. it just happens. connect number two to one. sucks, huh?
number three, after waking up, the sun may still be out. it may be dark. you totally miss mornings. when you wake up and you eat breakfast. and when it's a new day. but it's not. it's the same old day. the boring type. then you get grouchy.

i need to make a big deal out of this, don't ask why. but i just had an awful nap.
i should stick to nighttime.

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yesterday was mr balan's last day in school. and justina heng. she was our co-form teacher during the first term. but i kinda like lionel more. so glad he isn't leaving. i'm gonna miss that guy. mr balan, i mean. the way he talks is hilarious. to me, anyway.
well ms heng won't annoy me about my fringe. cos she won't be around. c'mon even jamie stopped telling me off. even mr singh stopped. even mdm RAHAYU stopped. and now mr singh's after yuling's hair. and now mdm rahayu's after yuling, chloe and nadiah. and now jamie is after chloe.
oh i'm such a good person.
i might start throwing up.
nadiah and i were the only girls wearing ethnic costumes yesterday. ram too. but he's a guy so he isn't counted in the hall of shame.
i had to wear nadiah's stupid heels. not that they're stupid. but i don't like them.
PATRICIA DOES NOT WEAR HEELS.
PATRICIA DOES NOT WEAR SANDALS.
PATRICIA ONLY WEARS SNEAKERS.
PATRICIA ONLY WEARS SLIPPERS.
i can't wear the costume and wear sneakers, right? that would be strange.
the malay costume nadiah lent me was bright blue. BRIGHT. and brenda was so happy cos she didn't encounter any trouble looking for me. why?
cos i was bright.
i went home.
and there was a party. birthday party of my friends' friend.
i said hi to my friends. talked. walked.
;DD
SINGAPORE IDOL IS SO BORING. i don't understand why girls think PAUL TWOHILL IS SO COOL AND HOT AND CRAP. he's such an EMO-WANNABE. please get out. get a haircut. i can't believe he can have the hair to call himself an emo kid.
all the contestants who can actually sing are voted out.
the POPULAR ONES are those who CAN'T SING. all their friends vote of them for the sake of friendship. that isn't what singapore idol is about.
please vote for the ones who can sing.
well what's the point now.
don't bother voting.
and now i'm sitting down on this old and squeaky swivel chair. i may start talking about stuff that don't make sense.
i may blog later.
i know you miss me.
;D<3

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i'm supposed to be asleep now as i will wake up at 5 am tomorrow. i'm going to nadiah's so that she can help me wear the malay costume.

i don't even know what shoes to wear. holy crap.

goodnight people. i need to get some sleep.

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Has a person ever jumped out a window out of boredom?

Me? Bored? No.
Well of course i am.
Too bored, perhaps. Is there such thing? I guess so. I am absolutely bored.
I'm out of my mind. I have thought of everything there is to think about. Please do not take me literally.
I don't know what i'm typing. I know i typed THAT. Well anyway. I shall, i mean will, try to make much sense as i possibly can.

iie dunnchh liikke galz wh0 t0kk liikke tiishh. PUHLEASE its level of wretchedness is abysmal. I can't even come up with a word good enough to describe how awfully disgusting it is. I don't exactly intend to offend people who type like this. Honestly, i have friends who are one of them. Typing normally is so much nicer. And typing like THAT only makes you seem strange and immature.
Well i'm sure you've come across a person who types like that.
According to GEORGIA:
"Krabbypatty, why do you think some twits would want to waste ages of their lives typing HIIEXZ when they can just type HI? It's so weird lar please!"
Well she has a very good point.
I don't know why i decided to blog about this. Oh, and georgia calls me krabby patty. She has a lot of names for me. She calls me catherine too. aaahhh. Welllll. I respond to all anyway.

I've got nothing to blog about now. And i am bored. People keep on texting me. I WILL REPLY TOMORROW OKAY. Promise.
OH YEAH. We got our locker combinations. Mine is seeew easy to remember. I FINALLY know how to work the stupid butterfly lock. Yes, BUTTERFLY lock. I hate butterflies. But anyway. The padlock is too troublesome for me. Keys are so much more convenient. WHO THE HECK CAME UP WITH THAT CHANGING THE LOCKS IDEA. I shall bite your fingers off. And eat your pinky. Gross.

I do not like mr. balan. For one reason. He's always scolding me. It was MAOJIEEEEEE who was talking to me during english class and he just HAD to say PATRICIA AND COMPANY PLEASE STOP TALKING. WELL I'M SORRY WAS I TALKING? WELL NO I WASN'T!!!!! He doesn't know the chinese names of people. THEY'RE SAFE. And i'm not. Kukumalu. I should have this skdhclwuecerkvhsdakjvdfklhc name. THEN no teacher can call me! Mr balan is actually okay. Yeah he's a good teacher and all. Yeah i talk to my seatmates a lot. COME ON I CAN'T SHUT UP FOR FIVE MINUTES!

Ya think?
bleeaaahhh.
HATE YOU.

sayonara goodbye.

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i shall not insult people in my blog.
cos i might get sued.
okay that's my resolution.
do not insult people.
ha.
i had cca a while ago. then went home with nadiah.
super super duper (shucks what a word) tired. so i slept.
a nice long hot yucky sleep. so it wasn't that nice. and i was perspiring when i woke up. and i don't like that. so not nice. okay moving on.
i've done all my homework. so yay.
and now i do not know what to blog about.
and i shall not start crapping.
cos if i do, i won't stop. so i better not start.
so yeah :]
i am bored.
i am bored.
i just crapped.
i have self-control.
i shall stop.
SEE. I HAVE SELF-CONTROL.

i shall end here.
and i shall stop using shall.

i will end here
and i will stop using shall.
SO THERE!

oops(ie, hehe) pictures (:

JEREMY IS ADORABLE OKAY.OMG HE'S KISSING HIS FOOT. and i wasn't supposed to be in the picture, thankyou.

BIG SMILE. eeek.
i'll post more pictures next time. when i have more.

oh, and
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREYA
iloveyou (:

sayonara goodbye.

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my sister and i had moodswings one night and when we were in the same room.. catfight :x
we were arguing over the smallest things.
immature?
well, i bet you've never felt it. have you?
i know you haven't.
anyway. my mom got super stressed for like three days. so it was very very very bad. we couldn't do stuff. i kinda understand a teeny teeny bit. maybe it was cos my dad was not around? maybe.
probably.
my caregiver, sister and i were seew bleahhed by her. and we formed this anti-mom club.
anyone wanna join?
just kidding.
but if you are interested, --just kidding. x)
JAEWIN i found my phone.
in my guitar. i hadn't touched it for ages and when i finally did.. tada! okay i shall not say tada. but i found it!
but i still can't sms. hahaha.
samantha, chloe and yuling came over just now to do the geography project. i don't know why my friends like coming over so much. maybe cos it's near school. but yuling's is like one noodle away.
one noodle away.
hmmm.
strange.
okay ANYWAY. we ate in kfc near school and i saw some whitley people. i saw some beatty people too *winkwink* ahhaha. i saw my sister's whitley friends. A LOT A LOT A LOT. and i was kinda hiding from them. dunno why. they're friendly though. said hi.
then we went to tpy central to buy mj paper. haha maojie paper. okay lame. heh.
we managed to complete the project.
yay ness.
aacckk.
well i am bored.

sayonara goodbye.
oh yes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL.
i love you (:

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i watched csi las vegas. kinda addictive.
i'm through with all my homework.
and i am not looking forward to classes tomorrow.
we're being dismissed early cos of the o levels listening comprehension.
so sec fours, clean your ears.
just kidding. well maybe not.
hey, i may be right.

i'm going to church later at six and i can't blog much for now.
oh, and i'm totally dying.
tomorrow will be a better day.
not.

see ya suckers.
oh and jaewin, i haven't found it yet.
i'm trying, okay.

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just got back home from plaza singapura.
and now i'm sitting in front of the tv watching shall we dance.
let's see.
it's a bout this married businessman. he's around 40. his life is boring.
every day, he rides a train to work and back home. okay, his life is really boring.
every time he rides the train, he sees this ballroom dancing class. and he sees paulina, a latina looking out the window. then one night, out of curiosity, he visits the class.
and somehow finds himself enrolling for the dancing course.
he never found anything as interesting as the class.
alright paulina is jennifer lopez. and she's waltzing to moon river. it's so.. gay? haha no. it's actually quite nice. paulina is a sad person. well i've seen this movie before but i don't remember what happened to her. i'll just continue watching.
okay so the man (richard gere) likes the lessons.
there are two other guys who take the lessons with him.
i don't exactly know why i'm blogging about this movie. i've seen this a thousand times and my mom wanted to watch this.
OH. paulina's sad cos her boyfriend dumped her after this competition and she went to america to impart knowledge. haha. and now richard gere dances in the kitchen.
gay like hell okay. dancing isn't exactly gay. okay i just looked at the tv screen. quite gay. maybe it's because of their passion for ballroom dancing.
well all i can think about now is how sexy richard gere would look if he'd have less wrinkles.
well now his life is not boring. cos of all the ballroom dancing. gay! haha just kidding.
now's the scene where the wife of richard gere talks to some other lady.
lady: my husband's having an affair!
wife: how did you know that?
lady: well i picked up the phone, and gary was on the other line! he was whispering!
wife: what was he whispering?
lady: i don't know! *sobs*
wife: well there could be many reasons why he was whispering. the kids were sleeping? oh you're birthday's coming soon, isn't it?
lady: *sniff* it's in two weeks..
wife: well there we go!
[lady leaves the room]
secretary of wife: she'll be divorced in a month.

oh, richard gere's character is named john.
haha his teenage daughter caught him practicing.

lady: *sobbing disgustingly* he says they met in a chatroom for gardeners! he said they were love! he said he was happy! he seems happy to me!
wife: i'm sorry sweetie.

okay now the wife suspects john of having an affair.
this movie is seriously gay.
have you seen brokeback mountain?
it's gay too.
i have not watched it. and i don't intend to.
i shall stop blogging about the movie.
if you want to know the ending, you can buy the dvd.
well now they're showing a scene. dirty dancing? okay wow. they're good and gay.
i shall seriously stop now.
the song shall we dance is cute.
[four minutes later]
GAY SCENE.
[two minutes later]
GAY SCENE.

i am so evil. i'm sorry richard gere.
ohmylord jennifer's ass is huge. i heard she got butt implants recently. well, that's just disgusting. alright, my sister and mom just confirmed it for me.
SHE GOT FREAKING BUTT IMPLANTS.
who would want to do that?
oh, jennifer lopez.
aww she's crying. cos a plate of lasagna (ooh yummy) spilled on her favourite vintage coat. stained. sad life.
and i shall end here.
i like the soundtrack of this movie.

byebye.

boombox generation:

first day.
i'm having super horrible cramps.

conclusion: it will be worse tomorrow.

boombox generation:

the previous post was pure crap. well, i had nothing to write. so i just typed whichever thought entered my mind.
i slept very early last night because i was tired. and i woke up very early.
i'm listening to this chinese song maojie sent me. i don't really understand it but it's nice. why do i not know how to speak chinese. my parents want me to learn how but i never really thought it was that important. for me, i mean.

i don't know what to blog about now. and i don't know if i should publish this post. if i don't, what the hell am i typing THIS for. if i do, so sorry you had to read this. why are you sitting, reading this anyway?

i'm feeling kinda dull this morning.

today's winnie's birthday. happy birthday dear.

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i don't know why i'm blogging now. i don't really know what to write.
well, lately, i've been going home with nadiah. not my home. but she takes the same buses as me so yeah. and we walk very slow. like 10 metres per hour. maybe not. 3 metres per minute (: so if you want to walk with me, be slow.
i like walking slow. but it's kinda tiring. especially under the sun. directly under the sun. so i've been writing about how slow i walk and why i take a bus. that's nice.
i've been blogging like one word one word one word.
aaahhh.
i don't know what to say. type. whatever.
isn't it like, the same? say type. ugh.
oh yeah, after the morning assembly, our vice-principal made all the girls stay back in the school hall to discuss some 'important' girl issues. if you were there, you'd understand how awkward it was. if i told you, you'd understand how 'important' it was. hah.
well mr boo was standing there and mrs goh made him leave. i find it amusing, kinda. haha.
i probably shouldn't typesay what mrs goh told us to do. and what we shouldn't do. or wear (:
hahaha omg. okay i shall not typesay it.
omg where did typesay come from? it's not really a question meant to be answered.
typesaytypesaytypesay.
eeek.
what if you're weird enough to say GTG on the phone. not got to go. GTG. or even worse. BB. for byebye. ohmygod. that would be seeew weird. LOLX. ohmygaaaawwwwd. you're like talking to a person. and you blurt out lolx. ohmygod!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay that was just a thought that entered my mind.
i say ohmygod too much. it's so so so so weird. i swear.
i'm having pins and needles on my left foot. it feels funny. not the funny haha. the funny ooh.
ohwellohwellowell.
i am bored.
i am bored.
i'm always bored. maybe i'll eat later. but i just ate. so maybe not. probably not.
i am crapping now. and my mom's on the phone. she's talking about uhh. i can't really relate to what she's talking about. and i don't really feel like typing out her conversation here. not that it's seeew not good. i just don't feel like it. she's talking in filipino. i don't really understand most of the deepdeep words. if i take filipino, i'd so flunk it.
well now i really do not know what to say.
OH YEAH. they were showing this old disney movie just now. bambi. haha. yeah bambi's voice is so freakin cute that i wanted to cry. he said purdy flower!! awwww :')
and i'm going for this project red alert filming thing. bloody baby.
OHMYGOD. BLOODY BABY!!! i'm thinking of a three-year-old kid who got------ i shall not say it. it is evil. i am cursing all the threeyearolds. nooo.
okay nevermind.

purdy flower (:

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICIA (:
iloveyou.

not me, okay?

boombox generation:

i just got back from school.
so tired.
so sleepy.

some volleyball girl asked me if i was from germany.
well of course i am.

NO I'M NOT.

do i look german? no.
do i sound german? NO.
well i'm a teeeeeny teeeny bit german. hah.

my hips hurt. especially my right hip.
you see, today, i crashed into one of the canteen tables.
so yeah.

i'm such a frickin klutz.
i'm always crashing into things.
i'm always crashing into brenda. hahahaha.

i have to watch BEND IT LIKE BECKHAM later.
then do a review.
for mr balan.
he talks in this funny way.
so loud.
hahahaha.

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omfggggg GO ITALY!!
5-3 on penalties.
it's like six in the morning.
i just haaaad to come.
i'm gonna have breakfast now.
then go to school.

i won't make it.
zzzZZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzz.

boombox generation:

just got back from church.

i changed my song.
i changed my url.
well. i've done so much unnecessary things and i haven't completed my homework. there's much to do and i haven't started cramming. i'm supposed to be cramming at this time. to catch the 2am game later.

i didn't watch germany portugal a while ago. bummer. portugal lost 1-3. petit kicked the ball in the wrong direction. towards the portugese goalkeeper. and he didn't block it. so germany scored. it's seeeew sad. they could've had drawn. then cristiano would work his superpowers. he rocks when it comes to penalties.
oh well. i'm rooting for italy.

HOMEWORKHOMEWORKHOMEWORK.
i promised myself (and jaewin haha) that i'd finish my homework BY TODAY.

):

i have a BRUISE on my knee. cos i was spinning on my swivel chair around and around and around. i was bored, okay. then when i stood up i was seeeew dizzy and i crashed into the door and hit my knee. then a while ago i hit my knee again and crashed into a group of people.

yes, i am a klutz.

boombox generation:

we were dismissed at noon today.
and we couldn't stay back in school. so.
nadiah and i went home.
well, i didn't.
kee was on the bus so we decided to have lunch at tpcentral mcdonald's.
and we walked around.
i wanted to meet my sister there. but i went home instead.

pk needed a necktie for this show she's going to later and she borrowed my simpsons necktie. with HOMER on it. eating pork rinds. it sounds disgaaasting but it's supercute. haha.

now i dunno what to do. hmmm. my dad's leaving for some business trip tomorrow. no parents. ohh wow. i'm used to it anyway.

boombox generation:

the definition of FLIRT: To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures.

some people are ridiculous.
they label people according to what they see.
maybe you should get to know a person first before labelling them.

so many people don't know the real meaning of this word.
if you don't know the meaning, don't use it.
you're just embarrassing yourself.
please.
for the love of God.

thank you.

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i'm so so so so so FULL.
i overate.
i won't be eating dinner anymore.
oh crap.
i'm gonna explode.
i swear.

argh.
feel like throwing up now.

phhhbbbt.

boombox generation:

i went home right after school.
(brenda: guai guai de!!)
nadiah didn't want to eat lunch in the canteen cos there was a huge group of guys she was avoiding.
and i always go home with her.
not that i'm a pushover about the lunch thing.
well, who would i eat with right?
oh yeah, i should've gone with yuling.
*slaps forehead*
during chinese, sandy and vanessa were with me.
(i don't take mother tongue, kay.)
sandy lent me her guitar yay.
and taught me the intro of helena
hahahah it was fun.
anyway. i saw nicholas (sec 4 indo guy) at the bus stop.
he's friendly. he asked me stuff about the philippines.
and spain. hahahah.
well, i haven't eaten lunch yet.
and my stomach is growling.

i'm gonna go have some lunch. YAY ness.

and if something interesting enough to be here happens later.. well you get it right?

boombox generation:

i just changed my skin.
you noticed, right?
it's plain. but i like it.

i still have a lot of homework to do.
many newspaper cuttings to er..
cut out.

oh well.

i still won't get over the brazil thing.

tomorrow's fourth of july.
yay america.

oh yes, the music video of all about loving you by bon jovi is
SWEET.


boombox generation:

all the countries i wanted to win are out. BRAZIL ENGLAND ARGENTINA SPAIN. crap. i can't believe it.

well. a lot of people lost a lot of money.

*sigh*

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