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Monday, September 06, 2004?
I'm typing this funny because
I've just painted my nails
with this really hot pale pink nail polish.
The fingernails on my left hand, perfect.
On my right hand fingernails? Disastrous.

Shoot now I've got it all over my keyboard.

I had Amaths class today at 9. Dreading it.
But it had nothing to do with anyone.
It's just me myself and I.
But Theodore immediately brightened up my morning!
AHh! Hahhaha(: He had Rugby.

Miss Teo wouldn't let those late comers
into the class. She's very mean(:
And I was lucky because she only decided that
after I came. I was late.. 20 minutes late.
(Actually I wasn't. I just decided to
hang out at the bus stop first......)

Sakura couldn't come because she's got operation.
Hope everything goes well((:

Class ended at 11.
Decided to go get some stuffs for some stuff.
While Sriee and I waited for 163,
this cute guy happened to be there as well....
But too bad. He's.. yeh(:
But plus side? I know where he lives now.
Not that I need to know~
I just happened to know..
Yeh. Hahhahha.

Ahhha. Dart tagged.
After like, what?
275163728174 years?(:
Hahha. Hi, Dart~

Went Popular at Toapayoh Interchange.
Initially I just wanted to get fullscap paper.
I mean, exams are around the corners
and I've been planning to start mugging.
But I haven't got the stuffs to mug.
I need items for mugging before I actually start.
I mean, that's common sense, right?
Or else it'll be like
wanting to climb the Everest without the tent.
Or even going scuba diving without the oxygen tanks..
or something.. Yeh. You get me.

So I bought papers, highlighters,
pens and pen refills, a notepad,
a paper weight for my papers obviously
and also if my sisters come annoy me
I can just throw it at them,
an orange wrapping thingie
because most of my textbooks covers are
practically torn and dangling off
and I need to fix them,
and a Kitkat Chunky as a gift for myself
for being such an oraganized little bastard.

Then we went to Macs to get fries(:
An essential. Haha.
Sriee went back Tampines
and I went back.. home.
Journey was cold and lonely.

That Saturday, if you want to know, ___ called.
I helped her get the tabs for More than Words
and that Jet song.. But she ended up talking
and I listening to her.. I guess she was upset.
No.
She was upset.
She was distraught.
And it was my fault.
Even though she kept telling me
I have nothing to do with it.

She was bloody lying.
Of course it has something to do with me.
It has everything to do with me.

She cried. And I cried.
I didn't care that my sisters were in the room with me.
I sat there, clutching onto the receiver so hard,
my ear hurts. But it couldn't beat the fact that
my heart was tearing.
Just hearing her sobs and her trembling voice
struggling to form coherent words,
and realizing the cruel fact
that it was because of MY friends
that was making her cry.

"But whatever happens,
you will always be my baby sis."

Her last words before she hung up.
She didn't even wait for me to say bye.
The line went dead.
But I was still holding onto the receiver.
I held onto it for quite some time,
tears flowing and nose running.

I put it down eventually, frantically
trying to wipe away any traces of tears.
Then I realized how quiet the room suddenly was.
"You okay or not, sis?" my sister asked.
Sis. She called me Sis instead of my name.
I wanted to cry all over again.. haha.
I forced myself to sound cheery and bright,
"Yeh! Why wouldn't I be?!"

Hah.
I have all reason to not be.

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