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| Wednesday, January 25, 2006 |
damn. all my cousins are like sooo much prettier than me. fuck lah. i'm feeling so damn freaking inferior. arghx. just when everyone started telling me "roxanne! you lost weight". yay. so happy. *claps hands* and got prettier. *ah hem* (and of course cuter. heh.) *grins idiotically* THEN i realize that..... I'M STILL NOT UP TO STANDARD!!!! *aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh*
(gimme a break. for your information, i DO need to act bimbotic once in a while. yes yes yes. stop gagging. take it as i'm just trying to amuse you. or how about i'm RELEASING STRESS?? and of course unleash the FEMININE side of me. *rolls eyes*)
was looking through friendster. found sandra's url. and i was like "who the fuck is that?" "OMG. is that SANDRA??" "DAMN. she's so pretty!!!" yah. basically that was my reaction. now, i'm really really sad. sob. sob. sob. trying not to cry my heart out but it's really very hard. *sniff sniff*
i don't wana go see cindy's or michelle's url. my fragile heart cannot stand shattering into pieces ANOTHER time. *turns head away* *a solitary tear (why solitary anyway. a means ONE. solitary means ONE. two words. same meaning. so lame. whatever. anyway.. where was i?) leaked out of the corner of my eye and slowly, gently, began its long descent down my cheek....*
aaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..
anyway i'm just too darn tired. tomorrow's cross country.. at macritchie.. (hey it RHYMES! -.-") my FIRST cross country.. oh wells. good luck to me! =D may be walking, may be running. well. we shall see tomorrow what i end up doing. hah. gotta go oink le. ta bolek tahan.
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now playing :
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| song of my life. |
Past the point of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played
till now are at an end.
Past all thought of "if"
or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream descend . . .
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I am an eighteen-year-old student currently attending Republic Polytechnic. I enjoy reading, writing, chilling, intelligence, and sarcasm.
My goals in life include being a professional slacker, wasting as much of my time, life and intelligence away, sleeping a minimum of 12 hours everyday, being a successful bum, and maybe, possibly,
someone you could bring home to meet mom with.
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