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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).
Sunday, June 29, 2008

i am pissed to my insides.
felt totally backstabbed by my aunts.
how cool right!

in front of me, they are SOOOO nice...
pitying me back so late cause of my dance
then behind my back complaining,
why i so late come back making them sleeping so late!
i really dun wan to stay over there. you think i want to?
got utterly pissed with them.
kept asking my cousin to go over to her house to sleep
after that all coming over to my house.
making me the BIG one so that everyone could tell my mum what a BIG SHOOT i am.
FREAK can! i was scolding over the phone to my dad and my sister.

and how kind of my sister to add that,
we are having fun in NY.
YES HAVING FUN AT THE OTHER END OF THE WORLD.


oh shit, i got so much tutorials to do.
when i am stuck staring blankly at law.


ytd a bunch of SP dancers went to the workshop.
was talking after the lesson and there was a bunch of guys that are hilarious
acting like the M1 commercial,
talking at the back making me giggle since their conversation was funny.

when i went home i was talking to my lovely stranger.
when he shoot me a good question
that left me so hard to answer.
who is mr.him? what is mr.him to me?
good one, a even more distant stranger?
maybe that is what that mr.him is to me.
a stranger that is so distant but i have mixed feelings for him. yes that is it!

and to my lovely stranger, our same old conversation is made like thrice.
everytime we talk, we will talk about it.
you always make me stumble in my words.
it is hard to answer those question not leaving you even hurt.
and you will stay guilty... (: