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You're on the phone with your girlfriend.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009, 10:34 PM
What's driving me sane is, hockey.
Monday, ohgod.

I'm a busy bumble bee :) Bzzzzzz~~

Crescent never changed. It's been a long time since "Be Strong,Stay Strong." came into my mind. Today's recess reminded me of last year so fucking much. It hurts ah, really. To think that my first year in crescent could bring so many memories. Honestly, I think my sec one days are the best man, compared to others. Hahaha didnt know I was so messed up back then. 

One thing about me ; I hate being stared at and bitched about. Especially when it's oh-so-fucking obvious. It's my natural instinct to stare back at you, so sorry about that eh. I just dont really like the idea of 'I'm-a-senior-and-i-have-the-rights-to-stare-at-you.' Okay, atleast introduce yourself first before staring at random people,maybe? We dont even know each other, why judge me then? Goodness. 

"Crescent's full of bitches."  -D.


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