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Wednesday, October 15

Thank God.
I bet he heard my prayers.
I've got promoted to Sec4 express.
Which means I need not worry already.
But I promised to work hard.
And I have to show proof.
Ohwell.
I'll do my holiday homework and the TYS worksheets.
Even during chalets. LOL.


Woke up early today.
Was supposed to go for prayermeeting.
But met Andrew then go Bedok Town Park wait for Kong.
Wait untill late. -.-
Then I'm five times late.
I acted sick.
Then wasn't given detention. HAHA.
Well, it seems like things are starting to look bright once more huhs.

Went home early today.
Nothing much happened except that we've almost landed three soccer balls up the tree. -.-
Wow.
Residents took photos and then they shouted at them. LMAO.
We eventually took down the two soccer balls that were up there.
Then we left.
Leaving the malays and Weiliang that group.
They were playing street soccer.

I suddenly don't like this 3 years good friend of mine.
Woah.
Makes no difference too.
When I am facing difficulties,
Where the fuck is he?
Just say: "Aiya, take it easy lor."
Well, easy for you to say lor.
Fuck.
If not, follow me only,
"Eh, got cigarette?"
Fuck lah.
Make use of me.
Even better.
I quit smoking.
You go to hell with your gay shit.


Well, I found two songs for my parents.
I doubt they'd hear though.
I doubt they even know I got a blog lah! -.-
Mom: If I Were You.
Dad: Perfect.

Yeah,
Haha!
Karthik went for interview.
So he borrowed my clothes because my house is nearer.

LOL.
The rest is in our hands.
Well, I still have to wait for her decision.
Whatever he decision is, I'll respect it.
But still,
I'll just have to wait.
4:42 PM