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Saturday, November 11, 2006

In my own imagination 12:51 PM.

I feel so lonely....No bf....No partner no cliques now....I've always been so individual...Now, i just feel so lonely....No one to spend time with ...No one to talk to.....Almost everyone have a gf/bf....But i don't....Plus, i'm abnormal....
Haiz...I'm looking for a job....So free during the holidays. I badly wants an audio interface for my music things. But i just have insufficient funds to go buy it.
That's why i need to work!!!
MONEY!!!!!!!!
Went to play pool with my friends ytd and skipped training...hehe...Then they all started calling my hp to ask me where am i,...Did i ever say that i already give up totally on Wushu? Now i'm only in sanda....And i'm training well there...
Haiz..I'm getting fatter. I need to go run every morning from monday onwards. If not i'll soon turn obese. From the rate that i'm going, it's terrible...haiz....
I think i really need a rest. After working so hard for this one year...Even during the holidays i still can't get pardoned off sch activities...As for CCA, well, should be training the sec2 student leaders up already...I'm slowly letting them do the job..Partly cos i'm lazy sometimes...haa.....
Ever since Tay Ying became cca leader, her attitute is abit better...At least now she doesn't give trouble and give attitute...And now she knows the difficulty of standing up there to speak and control everyone.

RAHHH.....I've been busy practicing for a musical which is gonna be staged in the near future...By MTS(musical theatre society) It's quite fun, but tiring sometimes.
la la la....
Now my aim is also to get mroe TV assignments. When am i gonna get promoted? To a higher grade as a part-timer? sianz..
Nvm, i'm gg to do my stuffs now...Don't forget to tag hor...haa

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