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Friday, September 3, 2010
Strength contradicted with fragility. @ 9:12 PM

Rq-Beach.
A and S - Orchard.
D - Movie.
Choir - Filming.
Bh - IT fair.
C - Bugis.
Lb - Movie.
Wt - Kbox.
All postponed. Instead, after school went to Jaslene's house.
Got back report card. One E8(science) the rest passed. No F9 or A1. Better than previous report card :> But GG sia, my maths. CA4 is 28, right beside CA5 is 77. SO EPIC.
What the, when walking out of school suddenly got one guy slacking at void deck talk to me.
Guy: Ni shi Ariel arh?(you're Ariel?)
Me: Ya.. Why?
Guy: Ni shi Bryan zhabor arh?(you are bryan's girl is it?)
Me: HUH? Who the f is Bryan, I dont even know him -walks away- LOL.
Slacked till 5plus at Jalene's house, then went home.

She has at least 62 pairs of shoes like what the muthafuck. And she damn cute when she was a baby :D plus she told me how long she never shit I kena shock. like whatduhfark!
AND, KENGYANG, I know you're reading this. You cheebye, you were the one that took things out of my bag still say it's Timo. Seriously hor. I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE TOUCH MY BAG. YOU WANT, ASK, I GIVE. DON'T TOUCH HERE TOUCH THERE OR I TELL YOUR MOTHER LOL.

Yes, it does hurt when I see you guys going out without me :)
Even though I managed a weak smile, but it's really hurting inside :)


Sometimes I think I will die from crying to much, and die from my heart hurting so much. I just don't understand. I keep thinking, it's my fault, it's my fault. What other explanation can there be? It's my fault I can never seem to fit in anywhere. It's my fault that I can't trust people. It's my fault that I can't let go. Why am I so fucked up, seriously.

Dad, Mom.
也许我没拿到满分, 还不算是完美的人. 所以我比谁都认真, 努力赶上你的标准.
Sometimes I try really hard, but I don't know why you don't see it. Not only in terms of acadamic studies, I try my best to make you love me more and more so at least I feel the joy of being alive sometimes. I get so tired of trying because it never seems to work. And I'm on the verge of giving up. Or maybe, I already have.





memories
in cold decay.