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this is the story of a girl
who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
Monday, June 8, 2009 @ 12:16 PM
once in a blue moon




cold blooded murderers on the left...aaron acting innocent while zi xing continues to attempt to kill the grasshopper.


wow. my blog is like dead for one whole week.



i couldnt post cos the house is always occupied.
and i was too lazy to post.or i also couldnt find time...
anyway band camp was fun.
on 4th june in the moning...
we went to the sun yat sen memorial hall.
i have a feeling that its haunted.
cos its like me, shao wen jie ru shu ying i think got somemore people...forgot who...
we were like the only ones in a room with waxed figures(so scary... now i noe what vernice meant. i screamed when i saw them)
then we were whispering...
then crash...
something on the other side crashed.
sounded like glass.
so we went to check it out.
no one was there. only us.
seemed that only a wooden photo frame dropped.
but the pic on it was a guy.
we wanted to puke.
i totally lost my appetite for lunch later on...
i was thinking that maybe some kind of spirit was angry with us like that cos we took some scary photos earlier on.
like bodiless heads. two of them. shu ying took the mouth.
then i think she did something funny to the pictures like sticking her fingers up the nose in the pic...
nvm. then we hurriedly got out of the place.
we waited fr the bus and i wasnt feeeling too well.
reach school and went back for band.
did drills and wow...
zhen bang fainted face flat.
hit yan hong in front...
after that zhen bang's senior came over again to say that he fainted...
then yanhong damn sweaty and red.
oh. at night after bathing...
sidharth wore a bright pink shirt.
after i called him gay...
he changed to a brown shirt.
and we had games.
blinfolded and had to walk around the school barefooted while holding the person in front of u on the shoulders.
i crashed my toes at every staircase and joey whacked her knees against the tables and chairs in the canteen.
ow.
at night couldnt sleep. seniors partied in the room. and the lights offf at like 1 plus?
whole night couldnt sleep.
wondered how the others managed to sleep.
dinner sux. lunch sux. breakfast sux.
managed to eat the rice which totally tasted like overnight rice.
everything tasted overnight,
at night... sidharth wore a pink shirt again during dinner time.
i called him gay again.
it was really hot pink.
gay.
solo night was a success for me though. the conductors couldnt find a bad thing to say about my playing.
marvin only said not too bad.
and kds was like nodding...
i hate people who pon band...
then later cannot play.
russell is a case.
keep on badgering me and jia xin about the notes. then later jia xin cant practice then she got criticised.
everyone was laughing at her black face.
she really made it black...
then at night i could sleep.
used clothes to substitute a pillow.
but we talked.
jia xin told me some funny stuffs.i told her some funny stuffs.
then seniors go praty again
i noe that this post damn boring lah...
cos i damn bloody bored so what i say is boring...
haiz...




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ELAINE NG:
13, 2 November 1996
Commonwealth military Band, Flute.
loves green + grey, hates onions and _______onions,e.g.spring onions, and whatever that looks and tastes like onion-y sutffs,e.g. leek, although they are green too. boldunderlineitalicsstrikeout

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