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Y ; Friday, February 24, 2006.

Sigh. Another bad day. Its started out as a fine day though, but needless to say, it started to suck when I got to school. I got caught because my fingernails were a tad bit long, so what the heck, I asked if I could cut it at home as I didn't want my nails to be touched by those nail clippers which had been EVERYWHERE. Apparently, what they don't tell you is, they would check your fingernails the next day, after you cut it at school. What the hell! My precious nails touched those horribly cheap and dirty nail clippers and you say that you are going to check them the next day as well?! I was fuming by the time I reached class. My nails were ruined. I know they weren't perfect to start with, STILL, they looked okay pre-cutting using that idiotic nail clipper. My nails look as if I had been chewing on it! Damn those idiotic prefects.

Ugh, enough about the nail issue. During add math, we have been trying to find out who was chao's new target and he wouldn't tell us. We kept asking and this continued till school ended. I was the last one to ask him and was feeling a tad bit playful. So I took his bag and said, If you don't tell me, your bag is mine. He said, take it. Then he walked away! I was talking to Gin Min when he left so I didn't know where he went. So I went around the whole bloody school trying to find him. After 15 minutes, I really had to go. Chien was waiting for me in the car. So I left the bag in class and told one of the Form 2's to watch it for me till he comes and collects it. I met Zheng Wei and Bridget on the way out and asked if they say chao. They pointed him out for me. He was walking INTO the school when zhuan zhuan. By that time I was so freaking pissed that I didn't want to talk to him. I was bloody all over the school trying to find him and he was just walking into the bloody school just then?! Bloody piece of SHIT! As I turned to leave, he shouted SO rude and SO loudly, 'play enough already/not! Where's my bag?!' Believe me, I was half tempted to walk to him and give him a few slaps on the face and maybe a punch or two. Or maybe say what was going on in my mind.."Where the fuck where you when I was fucking looking for you in the fucking school and you let me fucking see you walk back from the fucking road into the fucking school..."bla bla bla..you know, with all the eff-ing involved. If I wasn't the kind of person who doesn't like fights, I would have done that. Instead, I shouted back a response and left. Now, I don't even want to speak with him.

Ugh, bad day for everyone I guess. Chien, you feeling alright? You seemed so down but I was in no mood to ask you when we were on the car.*previous incident* Sheen, don't feel bad. Everyone makes mistakes, you just hang in there and learn from what you've done wrong okay?If I was to feel bad about breaking up with him, I would have a ton of reasons. Example, having a tad bit of feelings for mun cheng. Chuinz! Where are you!?

Feeling down and way depressed,
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YYY
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