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"Hello sweetie."

Not that anyone will actually see this, but you might or might not have gotten the reference above...anyway. Please do note that this online journal has been fighting the battle of neglect and time, often on the losing end, and really does feel like some sort of blue elephant that one's got to keep somewhat alive. For the sake of tradition, I suppose.

(K) Yuan here.

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Date: <$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
Time: 6:54 PM
Author:(potassium)
Permalink: isolation

Girls Schools,of all things.:}

Hi Worldlings!!!
*sigh* a new post. So much space to fill...:] Now i'm more addicted to Viv's type of smileys...the :] type cos the stupid chat thingys always automatically change to their stupid smileys which are soooooooo ugly.:{ OH and this type too:}:}:}
Anws,stuff going on in my life?
1)I'm really missing the boys...not that the gals in my class aren't great but...I miss those gay jokes... Siddartha's "CLAAAAASSSSSS!!!!",those random scuffles(accidentally kicked in the *t*o*o*t* :]), the bottle collection....Ah,the memories...:} Ed,WHEN IS THE NEXT HOLIDAAAAAYEEE???!!!I wanna see the class!!!:}:}:}
2)There's this thing bout girls school.I knew that most of us will be kinda despo,although it's not was bad as I had imagined,it's...still almost everywhere. I can go to the cheers just outside my school,try to take one pao from the heater thingy and then i would over hear:"What should I do?He kepts......" Her friends will be like,"I'm sure....""You should....".I can enter a bathroom,be doing my business,and would hear,"You know he was like...." and various discussions about that particular boy would pop up,all while i was sitting in the cubicle and even after I have left (wait,OF COURSE it'll countinue.We can't shut up.^^). Nothing wrong really,I do that sometimes too but this is just something I noticed.
Oh,hang on.*going to be dragged off to eat dinner*

*is baaack from dinner*
hieeee! Wow,grave talk at the table.My parents were telling my grandparnets bout my bro's PTM. My bro ain't doing well,apparently. I was just sitting there silently.I'm glad that i'm notta older sibling...no OLDEST silbling,cos u'll be the one testing everything out first.
According to the teachers and my parents,he's not paying attention in class,ok,only the bare minimum.His homework is mediocre,and efforts ain't that much.Then he relys completely on his primary school smart-ass knowledge for exams,thus not doing well...
O.o Now i'm scared.I think this sec-sch-failing thing is heriditary...*shivers*I'm failing maths and chinese...though chinese is not my fault cos the teacher,someone stole her brain.I'm serious.Ok i'm not supposed to write bad stuff bout my school and teachers and gals...OK,lets just say that I can't stand her.She's the type of teachers which i really hate. She makes me puke(i have to not look at her),and she uses the wrong words and phrases(applys to me only).And that seriously pisses me off. And i NEED a teacher who i at least somewhat like,even if the teacher hates my guts and the teacher is ugly.Can shen lao shi transfer to my school???:] She's not very nice to me,but she's a good teacher,and relatively fun.:}
GAAARRRR!!!!!!! Is there ANY tuition center that serves like chinese class???Or else i'll FAIL chinese miserably... :{
Is it possible to request for a change of teacher??? :{
*sigh*...i hope my english is still good...:}
Gar grand parents are grilling to drink soup and bout my dirty screen protector...0.0
have to go drink soup...*goes away to drink mushy white veg liquid*

See?Me life ain't interesting.Really.this post is so short.-.0
Me is sad.
Me misses her crush.
(Yeah i do have one.It was rekindled by the absense of boys and the over-talk of boys.:}:}:])
ok,GTG,so byeee!
Au revoir,hasta la vista,ciao!


Cheers!
Krys<3:)

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