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Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Friday, June 22, 2007
jerine♥, 10:23 AM

SUICIDE HOTLINE.......PLEASE HOLD.

I'M BORED OUT OF MY WITS.

oh oh...did i mention i got a new laptop?
yes it's been a week.
BUT i still can't get a wireless connection because i can't get the fucking password!

and stupid singtel sent me the wrong password.
that's not the one that i need!
give it to me!!!!!!!!!!
somebody! anybody!

the laptop is like sitting there everyday calling out to me.
use me jerine, use me jerine, JUST USE ME LA FUCK!

and yay me :)
i'm well again!
had my last LAST - this time it's for real. LAST- blood test yesterday!
but the stupid lady gave me a bruise as a momento.
stupid lady.
now i've got this ugly bruise on my arm :(

i've got absolutely nothing to do i tell you...
there's no one to go out with cuz everyone's busy mugging for the exams.
not that mummy will let me out but still.

adriene!!! we're still supposed to go out remember?!
emily! you too!
and jayne is mia again as usual.

jo we're still supposed to go crazy in town.

i miss g8.
i miss 4/6.
i miss them all :(

i miss sac.
i miss walking around, having everything feel so familiar.
i miss cutting queues in the canteen.
i miss us giving the juniors attitude.
i miss us thinking that we're so great because we're 4/6.
i miss running to geog lessons.
i miss running up from the canteen because we're late.
i miss finding the time to throw coins in the pond and make wishes even though we're late.
i miss having niq save me - whatever that means, but that girl's saved me countless times-.
i miss us all ganging up against the teachers and them not knowing what to do with us.
i miss having the whole world tell us we're under-performing.
i miss our sessions at the canteen, prata shop, the chapel, the chapel's roof.
i miss us all sitting together, wondering what the future has in store for us.
i miss us doing all the stupid stuff together.
i miss getting into trouble as a big group.
i miss laughing at the silliest things in the world.
i miss us sharing our ups and downs together.
i miss belonging to that "US".

i wonder where we'd all be in 10 years time.

i miss 2006.
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