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gosh, love and hate can really be so strong. he's really $#@$^#, and everytime i see him, and his girl (even though technically it's not her fault), i feel this mad urge to slap them hard. like *slaps* and say, "go screw each other like M*****F******". i really dont know how to put this strong negative emotions into words.

my emotions have already been mounting ever since once upon a time, but today's geography lecture was like almost the breaking point. again.

teacher was using an analogy to try explain the whole movement of wind thing, and unfortunately, she used HIM as the analogy. so it went (let's use N for HIM and A for HER):

TEACHER: so N is the handsome boy and he moves in this direction. However, he saw a pretty girl on the way, and he got attracted to her, so he started to move in the other direction.

SOME OF HIS ***DAMN CLASSMATES: *whistles* *laughes* *howls* N N N!!!.... A arh! A arh! The girl is A arh! A A A A A A A A!

N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

this continued like for almost the whole lecture because some people still couldnt get the wind thing even though it was really simple in my opinion. so the teacher continued using the same analogy, and HIS class continued to tease him and her.

that was one of the worst feelings ever. EVER. i felt like metling and flow away liquified. like HELLO! CAN ANY OF THOSE HOWLING AWAY SPARE A THOUGHT FOR ME?! apparently not them. but whatever. my friends were nice enough to keep quiet. and i was there, trying to smile along like everybody else, and stopping my tears from flowing out at the same time. so i quickly took out my handphone and msged theresa and jingwen. jingwen asked me to relax and talked to her later and theresa was like "EMPTY YOUR MIND DONT THINK" haha.

yeahh. the whole thing wasnt really like N's fault but i cannot accept him loving another girl and calling her all those baby names. guys like him make you think twice about believing anything a guy would say anymore. like you will think its all bullshit. AND guys like him makes girls go crooked lar. catch my drift? so guys really shouldnt blame bungs or whoever for influencing other girls to go the other way. haha ohhk i'm digressing already. but what i'm trying to say is, my heart is really bleeding.

i think i would already have died from blood loss without constant support and love from my friends.

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how come 2.4km is more tiring than 10 rounds? i seriously dread napfa. so pressurizing.
PLUS friendly with HCI this sat. i think i will fight until i die. soccer is really taking up both my left and right brain.
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was listening to muttons to midnight yesterday and then there was the adventures of ping and pong, with all the really super lame jokes. heard this yesterday (with abit modification because cant remember the exact words):

PING: heyy pong! why you so angry?

PONG: argh! the supermarket bluff me lor!

PING: huh? how?

PONG: they say the supermarket got sell different sizes of the things i want to buy. but when i go there, all tupperwares same size, bowls all same size, dustbin all same sizes, plates all same size. everything ALL same size!

PING: HUH?! which supermarket you go?

PONG: GIANT LOR!

I WAS LIKE -_-"""""""""""""""""""" but it made me smile! haha :DDDDDDDDDDD

whoopee! soccer training tml! :D