thou shall read bout lady bracknell
Thursday, July 28th, 2005*uh huh..uh huh..oh yeah.. uh huh*..:P
ladies n gentlemen..children of ALLLL ages…welcome 2 the wonderful life (though sumtimes pure sadistic but that’s not 2 be exposed~) of ..THIS SHIT! is bananas..b.a.n.a.n.a.s..!
okok, im geting rather lame but im in deep shit now. im supposed 2 write sum shitload 4 the MPH search 4 young malaysian writers when im not even malaysian..HARH! gosh. i soo need n idea now. gotta be young or old..hmm…update or outdate.
life’s pretty shitty rite now but it ain’t that bad. i just feel like shit ( have i been using 2 much of that word?)..oh well, a lot like shit coz it feels like shit. hv u ever felt that u’ve done so much for sumone, n the other person gets the credit? that shitty rite. i mean, dats like pure SADISTIC shit. i should stop saying shit.. i shall be more positive…shit, how am i supposed 2 do dat.
oh well, on the more positive note, monthly tests r over n done wif. but not 4 me..just one more bloody paper tomorrow.. now y the heck are my hands so itchy?! who asks 2 take one more subject?! doink.. thank God 4 the Importance of Being Earnest. I mean, romeo n juliet was another option but this year it wuz the latter. 
"lady bracknell, u let me marry my earnest!”
wai wai’s sleepover is tomorrow n im just gonna get out of this shithole situation 4 awhile. i mean, its pretty darn upsetting n sickening as n outsider but i seriously can’t take whats going on now in this living hell. i hv no idea why but im getting sensitive-ier (??) than my usual self but its 2 obvious 4 me not 2 pin point at all. look at me. who am i 2 u?
they’re all that u have. *snorts* rite. damn rite they r. just a place 4 me feed on.
interact’s going on okay i guess. gonna hv the interview 4 the newcomers next week n they better be prepared coz this year’s president ain’t no mr nice guy. i mean, lady:P…yours truly. nyeheh…no uh, this ain’t bullying. its just dat ppl misuse interact club 4 wat it is. dumb rite. with renuka around..sheesh honey, ur digging ur own grave, dats all im telling ya 
if the trees will bloom the wind can blow,
without the fruit falling out.
