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Me.

I'm one of God's creation
A plain girl who realise her full potential is barely reached
Babysit, eating, sleeping and dancing is her best leisure ability
Loves her family & friends to bits
No life ahead without them in my life..
Currently 7hrs away from home
Right now loving the life she is leading in Adelaide only because there are so many things she got herself involved in..
And it is not worthless involvements, mind you..


Tuesday, November 06, 2007
my secret

I am gona let you in on my secret.
I am an aneroxic.
I am no longer a virgin.
I am a single parent.
I am hating life.
I am dirty.
I am lonely.
I am pyschopathic.
I am in need of the light at the other end.
I am sick with them.
I am sick with you.
I let you in on my secret.
Will you do the same too?
Imagine one day some of your close friend(s) wrote that. Would you
  1. Take it as a joke
  2. Call the police, it seems serious
  3. Call the family and see what they would do about it.

I am so bored right now..2 days to first paper. I feel prepared but I am not sure if I will be then. I was told it was gona be cold. Cold means only one thing. Hard to concentrate. Your energy is being wasted on keeping yourself warm. I will have to wear more layers but even then it seldom helps.

This day next week, is the last day of the semester. I cannot wait! Yee hAW!

Labels: Drinking strawberry juice blended by a housemate. Burpp!