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The L Word

An attempt at coherence (More like chronic emotional drownings, incessant whinings and rantings - served straight up)

March 23, 2006

The spare

today was photo-taking day. i didnt smile. and everyone was laughing at me, cos i didnt smile. and i didnt smile in my ic photo too. maybe i shld have smiled a little? but that would have been _______ had it been used for my funeral picture. :|

im somehow enjoying Sa now, what with all those stonings and pon-nings and stonings and walking out of the school before 1245 and stonings.

on a side note...

but tomorrow will be a better day. seeing the people who missed me + free dinner + SAMSUNG EARPHONES, how can it not be?