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


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Thursday, July 13, 2006


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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