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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
10:36 AM
all right. i rushed to school just to print my notes
and this girl has been printing her notes for the past 45 minutes.
What a Byatch i tell you!
and it's like the rest of the ppl in the lab been's staring at her waiting to know when it'l be their turn!
guess i'm gona go for lecture empty handed, ok, perhaps with 10000 pieces of printing papers
RAH!
monday's a f up day
seriously! it's like, why do people make insensitive remarks?
you're ugly, but i dont tell you to your face that you're ugly
your dressing sucks, but i dont critisize you.
i mean, if you're like the most perfect girl, ok lah, shoot me all your f remarks
but you're not. you're like sh* you know.
f piece of s
Labels: foul f up mood