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i laughed,
i giggled,
i shouted,
i yelled,
i sang,
i did all i can to praise You,
and i know..
You must have heard me..
Saturday, August 27, 2005
just finished english pt. sort of. trying to send to hillary but she's not replying! ahem. anyway.. i dunno why i'm so crazy over table tennis now. must be because of bu lar. went her house yesterday. yesterday also bathed happy. now she's so white and clean and nice-smelling! then i went to play table tennis. my backhand is ok but forehand sucks. it's so irritating! i mean, i can hit the ball but sometimes it just flies up to the ceiling. and after that i went to my grandma's house. and played badminton with my mum, my dad and grace one after another. i think i'm going mad. CRAZY. starting to do weird things that my childish and lazy self would never do. bleh. whatever. this morning was like super stressed coz i felt like i had plenty of homework but in the end is not that much but still quite alot. then my dad still can come in and do stupid actions and disturb as usual and scold me for shouting at him to get out. after telling him so many times. so angry. why must he be so irritating? cannot leave me alone is it. every time when i am bathing peacefully he go and knock on the door. and keep on knocking. until he hears me reply. like i would die in the shower for no reason at all. grr. and damn the english pt!! no pictures at ALL. hillary said maybe can do without if really cannot get. i dunno.. i'm just ranting lar right now not feeling any emotion. i think i sound abit angry but i'm not. hmm. who cares. later going airport to say bye to rachel. so sad.): budden she coming back once a year right. byeeee rachel. so far i've only known one person who migrated. elizabeth. isn't she coming back? that's what she said anyway. and putty(nadiah) is migrating at the end of this year. which is approaching. time flies. literally. dunno what i'm doing here. aiya shall go now bbie.
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