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`HELLO... Cheerio
Friday, April 28, 2006

it seems odd. my odd feeling has gone. but i still am as confused as usual. i dont feel good. i did weights today. went to the gym. i over did. till i almost fainted. fell asleep even though the thunder was rumbing loudly away. didn have a proper lunch. not much engergy. but still, i did almost all the weights. free weights too. 10 kg. and for legs, i did at 70kg for both legs. though i felt like giving up, i just dont know why but continued to do. am i ill treating myself? i dont know. i dont want to ill treat myself for the people who cares around me. my mood. does it depend on the weather? seem abit so. my hands and legs are all aching now. i think it will be worse tomorrow. sigh. i am stressed. yes, every one is. things just happen continously. more and more till i dont know what to do. i am loaded with homework once again and this time includes art as well. art, isnt that what i love? yes. i do. i still do. however, i just dont feel like doing what we are suppoed to do. no idea perhaps. oh no. yes, i do have an idea. but, i just cant think more out of the box. the printer is out. i cant print. what next? draw. perhaps so. was made to change my bedsheet although i was dying. am already damn tired. till the extent that i am going to continue this post tomorrow. im burned. totally burned out. i am going to fail science paper once again. i did rather well for literature for ca1. 69. one more mark to A2. whatever. im agitated now. every one is making me pissed off. my mum. my brother. every single person. when i told my mum what i told my teacher because she commented that i have alot of comments, i was told off. what the hell is this. i promised and solemnly swear that i will not tell my mum so much things. or at least i will try not to. whatever i say is forever incorrect. i know what is right and what is wrong. i dont need her to tell me so much bullshits. and. people. let me just tell you. what i write in my blog is my problem. dont try and comment and make bullshit of of every thing i write. you have totally no right to have any say in what i post. not happy, scram. i am totally pissed off by every thing. 12 days without swear words. its a great achievement. and my mum says i need to drink crysanthemum tea. oh yah right. any way, i like it. its nice to drink. but i drink becuase its nice and not because i need to cool myself down. ohh. perhaps i seriously need to cool myself down too. so. if you really want that to happen, dont make me pissed off. i have controlled my temper for a very very long time. it may bursy any single minute now. i refuse to sleep. i just want to occupy the time. the lesser the sleep i get, the less tired i feel. so why not sleep lesser. and as khoo has on her nick saying that it is those who studies who feel disappointed when they get back their results so why bother studying? to a certain extent, i agree. oh no. im going to start writing an exposititon. i dont think that writing an exposititon is my forte. and neither getting pissed off is my forte. talking about getting pissed off, i have one more to comment. my brother just has to fight with me for the sound system. i switch on the radio, he switches on the tv. good mood, i entertain him. but, as i mentioned, i am not in a good mood. and he had to rub salt into the wound. and he claims that i am daddy's princess. but, i think he is more of mummy's prince with her helping him to pack his camp bag. and he claims that i dont have the chance to go out of Singapore because of the lousy school i am in. its more like, i dont even bother showing my parents the consent form. oh whatever. i shall continue this tomorrow since my mum is chasing me out like a wolf coming after a sheep.

so alright. continue from here. i dont know why but i just seem so agitated when my parents talk to me. especially my mum. sigh. life is getting more and more and more complicated. homework piling up. have no idea what to do for art journal. but i must do well. i havent do well for my past art works AHHH!!!!!!! any way, shall go. bye. God bless

11:29 PM

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