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if you want to insult me, dare to in my face*

Friday, October 20, 2006
8:53 PM



YES THAT IS THE MOST WONDERFUL GUY SINGER IN MY CHARTS!!! GIVE IT UP FOR JESSE MCCARTNEY!!! YEA!! he rocks. nothing is going to stop me from buying he and jojo's newest album. hilary duff's comes out next year in feb i think... it was supposed to come out in november this year but...

today was that damned EL performance. the audience were good even though they laughed excessively. wait. some music is causing some distruption my ears. WHO THE HELL SANG CHASING CARS???!!! OWN UP NOW!!! oh yeah, i forgot, whoever he is, he didn't tell me to prepare for this totally sad, sad, slow stupid long song. oh, yes. its SNOW PATROL. the guy on the radio just reminded me. Thank you.

let me continue. so we had a run and after break, make- up. YEAH, SHADOWS NEED MAKE-UP. DUH. AS IF. shadows don't need make-up. but suprisingly, qiting the shadow and natalie and charlene the shadows had to wear make-up. FUNNY HUH? i seriously haven't seen MY shadow wearing make- up. then again, it was a performance. and a performance is a performance, and no matter what, we had to satisfy the audience's starvation of entertainment of the day. whatever. it was boring. i have nothing to write

dunno why i always make the same mistakes. the same ones over and over again. from primary 6 ever since that...
nevermind. its sad to bring out this sort of weird stuff. seriously, if you ask me to name my ex-classmate's full names, i won't be able to name you any. its like * SNAP> LOSE MEMORY IN A YEAR*. any TA-DAA, EVERYTHING GONE. but the genting trip that went wrong last year, it wouldn't escape my mind.
ITS ALL THAT OVER-CHARMING-TOPLESS guy's fault. HIS FAULT. WHY did he have to bring my childhood friend into his room, with 2 other half-naked guys.
NERISSA YOU BITCH. HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU?! we tried to help you. A GIRL IN A HOTEL ROOM WITH 3 HALF-NAKED GUYS. WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN?

actually, nothing happened because your dear roomates rushed into the guys' room without any warning, before anything could happen, and guess what, THEY WERE FORCED TO STAY IN THE BOYs' ROOM TOGETHER WITH YOU. THOSE STUPID HALF- NAKED GUYS! AS IF THAT PLUMP ONE HAD ANY MUCH OF A FIGURE ANYWAY. nothing happened. we watched tv and didn't sleep. YOU ARE THE CULPRIT. and YOU NERISSA, became a total bitch, scolding us because we had to interfere with YOUR MOST PROBABLY-ALMOST SEX with a GUY WHO HAS A GIRLFRIEND. THE OVERLY-CHARMING GUY HAD A GIRLFRIEND AND YOU DARED TO MESS AROUND. I COULD HAVE SLAPPED YOU.

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