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Sunday, September 21, 2008

\\*Sunday, 21st September 2008*//

Hey guys! Here I am. Let me update a few stuff. Especially about the horrible thing that I found under my table on Friday. It started when I was feeling very thirsty. I had finished drinking the water in my water bottle. Lynette offered me hers. When I opened the cover of my bottle, a whole group of red-black ants swarmed around the bottle. I got a piece of tissue paper from Lynette and tried to wipe them away. Of course I killed quite a number, but the rest found their way to my body. It was itchy, but they suffered the same fate as their counterparts. This happened more than once but this time, there were many more ants. I wanted to find out what it was that made them come, so I bent down and looked under the table... BISAI!!!!! Yuck! I was horribly disgusted. Kie Yan laughed so hard that SJ wrote his name on the board. It's so gross. One long green strand of bisai. Sorry if you lose your appetite. Then, Hu Han and Robson came along and told me it wasn't bisai. I didn't believe it. It's green. And long. Like the ones that came out of someone I cannot say's nose. Forget about it. It's the sickest thing next to the bisai eating people. I feel so unlucky to be seeing all these things. They're horrible. They're disgusting. I don't know what else to say.

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Monday, September 1, 2008

\\*Monday, 1st September 2008*//

Smile! I'm back! I posted the last post long, long ago. Glad to be back. My sister's sitting for her PSLEs this year, so can hardly use the computer. My dad says that it will distract her. Haha! I don't know what it feels like to take PSLE. Some of you guys know the reason. I'm a weirdo. I don't have PSLE result and I seem to disappear from the surface of the Earth for 2 years. Yeah. I'm feeling more at ease to reveal all this because we have been in the same class for almost 2 years. I still feel mad at my past. I still don't like the way things have turned out for me. But, I have no choice. I have to live with my horrible past haunting me like sh*t. None of you had had this experience before, so you don't know how bad I feel. Too many things have also happened to me in this short period of time that I'm in BVSS. Too many. I suddenly feel that I'm a problematic person. My parents say so. I'm rebellious, they say to their friend. Now, the latest thing that is troubling me is that I left my handphone in my pocket and my mum put the clothes in the washing machine. The outcome is awfully predictable. I'm using my father's antique phone now. Better than nothing anyway. I gotta go. Sad. Will come back in another couple of months. =(

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