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Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Tuesday, May 08, 2007
jerine♥, 7:49 PM

i have no idea why my create a post page is looking like that.
i cant use any of the functions.
it's so fucked up.

i feel like moving to livejournal.

anyways....


GOD, IF YOU CAN'T MAKE ME SLIM, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE MY FRIENDS FAT.


22nd council investiture today.
i think it's overrated.
but lessons started at 1030 because of that so it's alright.
plus we get to sit on chairs in the hall and there's air-conditioning.
also i got to sit in the 1st row so there was unobstructed view :)
but overall, it's BORING.
and even that is an understatement.

and I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THE PRINCIPLE SANG. again.
but this time it's different! there were guests!
i don't bloody give a damn when she sings "i believe i can fly" during moring assembly.
but we have GUESTS.
damn embarrassing. and it's not like she can carry a turn to save her life.
imgine a short plump thing which look like a ball rolling struting across the stage singing something which is unlike anything you've ever heard.
doesn't help that she dressed in orange from head to toe today.

there's so much to do and so little time and i'm still here blogging.
econs faculty tests on thursday and here's like 130 pages that i've got to study.


track and field meet tomorrow.
i'll rant about the new design for the house tees when i blog about that.


ciao :)
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