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a very out of point and senseless entry.
read only if you are really bored or something.

>> 2004-03-03 @ 10:18 p.m. <<
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i did a new layout today. not sure if i want to put it up though. kind of lazy. perhaps by this weekend if possible. i'm addicted to the Blaque - I'm Good song from the Honey Soundtrack. Jessica Alba is really pretty! i kind of want to watch the movie. hmm.

pretty restless and dazed. stoned. sleepy. just blogging for the sake of blogging.

my thoughts have been scattered and everything is like swarming around a lot. my mind feels like it is exploding but yet it won't. sometimes i wish it would. then i wouldn't have to think so much.. but it would be a gruesome sight if it really happened. yuck.

my form teacher didn't come to school today. i think she got a dressing down yesterday. she wasn't suppose to threaten us and shout at us on monday. she was just suppose to go home and think about what she's done. erm..at least that's what my dad said the principal told him.

i have english lessons tomorrow. our english project is kind of screwed. i did my part but i don't know if the others printed the essay out. if they didn't, great. a BIG excuse for my form teacher to purposely pick on me and execute out her revenge plot against me. yipee doodle doo. (yes she is my english teacher.)

though jasmine is on cloud nine (and not to mention, she is also evil-ly plotting away on how to add oil to fire on this incident so the principal will sack my form teacher), i'm feeling slightly frightened. frightened because though my principal supposedly is going to help me if my teacher threatens me again, she isn't around! i went to find her today because i was suppose to tell her what books my friends and i lost, only to find out that she is on course. nobody knows when she is going to return. but nevermind about that. i've been picked on for the whole of my sec sch life. would it make a difference?

i feel like some stupid pampered helpless kid. like i can't fend for myself. i have to somehow suck up to the principal to help me. sure i do respect her and like her a lot, but still, i don't like this feeling. the stares my classmates give me. they don't know ANYTHING and all. they just assume i went running and crying to the principal to save me or something. i hate it because its not true at all. -_- ok i'm lazy to explain what happened totally. i'm just pissed. on one hand i want to proclaim "idiots, i wrote the letter myself. my parents didn't even write it. i just used my dad's name and he allowed me to. i'm not hiding behind my parents at all." but then i don't want to get any attention. get it? no? okay. i'm talking crap.

i wish though that my knight in shinning armor could come and protect me from this "evil wretched witch", but him who i supposedly thought was true to me is now somewhere in Nigeria or Ethopia. haha. well at least i don't feel that heartbrokened or anything because i somewhat expected it. a leopard never changes it spots, does it?

ok. this is a long enough entry..i will continue again when i am free. hardly makes sense right? >_< that's because i feel so tired. been tired everyday ever since the monday incidents(both the one about my form teacher and benjamin). i will type the wholeeeeeee story on what happened from monday till now about the form teacher incident when i'm in the right state of mind. right now i'm kind of "unstable". i can't even direct my train of thoughts around properly. all my sentences seem weirdly joined. doh. or rather, weirdly written. something like that? erm never mind. -confused- the fact that i'm listening to the phantom of the opera theme song isn't helping. its just making me freak out a little. ok..say huh? i seriously am just rambling on nonsensically. which person who is sane would listen to such a song..doh.

arh. just read my phlogger. i stuff my thoughts there most of the time. i will definately stop here now before everyone feels that i'm crazy and stop visiting my site ever because my entries are getting lamer and lamer. (not that my phlog entries are any better) -slap self repeatedly-

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