i am huixiu, NOT xiuhui, huixin, huixui etc. stop misspelling my name.
08apr. fifteen-to-be.
coral secondary school(singapore), concert band, flute/piccolo.
(L) : sunflowers, calla lilies, stars, music, love and pretty things.
(H) : teletubbies, barney, and all stupid things purple.
laugh, cry, scream, bitch. i can do whatever you can, and more.
i don't see why you should judge me, if i don't judge you.
in love, with my personal homer simpson, except hotter, less stupid.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008 @ 9/23/2008 09:15:00 PM
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"i hope things haven't changed between us."
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okay, school school.
half the day was squandered away.
why? because of some bo liao people,
who like to tear up books and files,
and smear paint. -.- i hope you fucktard(s) die lah k.
DM was called in, english and half of math was wasted. -.-
fell asleep in math. alamakkkkkk.
ms chan wasnt here much for bio today.
so yeah.
pretty slack today. hahaha.
watched 10 things-' after school.
the auditiorium was packed. hoho.
okay, i cant believe justin spent like, nearly 3 bucks playing some...
stupid ball machine game lorrrrrr.
ohmytian. -.-
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mudpie!!! yay.
me : eh yiwei, share with me leh. :D
yiwei : orh kk.
[yiwei goes to buy icecream]
me : [eats for awhile] eh, you go buy another one. i want this one.
yiwei : -.- walaooooo.
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okay, haha.
walked home with yiwei and kim.
super funny k.
and, talked with kim.
eh she damn nice la k.
she send me all the way to my doorstep lehhhhhh.
[clap clap]
-.- eh basket, i praise you know! tsk.
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shizzzzz.
yiwei just reminded me,
I GOT CHEM + MATHS TEST TMR.
OHHHH DIE DIE DIE.
DIEEEEEEEEE.
and, i rly rly rly suck in mensuration okay.
-.- die arrrr. all the formula macham wtffzz.
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okay, like, i guess im forgiven?
since you actually spoke to me. hmm.
okay, i hope things get better.
knowing you, you prolly wont forget this "saga" till after awhile.
but still, at least the matter's more or less solved.
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and you, bloody imbecile moronic idiot.
i've had enough of you.
you know what?
its alright if you aint gna say sorry.
i aint pointing a gun to your face, [as much as i want to]
but if you go and break up every incident,
you'll fuckin' realise,
you sortof started everything?!
if you were less of a moron,
less of a pain in the ass [my ass, for that matter.],
i prolly wouldnt have mistook her as treating me like her sub-in.
i wldnt have fell out with her.
if you were more understanding,
the class'd prolly hate you much lesser. -.-
really, you're too much.
go away. -.-