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`aiwei
TAURUS.
03.05.93.
ex TVPS, DYSS
103'06
203'07
302'08
402'09
imma track captain
student leader.
owns 2 dogs
imma rocker
plays a guitar.



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Friday, April 4, 2008
hell of a tiring day.

life's getting different for me now. its changing. and life's getting tougher for me to go through alone. getting scoldings al the time, by my parents. it sounded as if im always the one to blame if anything happens when they see me. everything's on me. then if i carry on like that? who' gonna help me? who's gonna lend me a shoulder to cry on? who to care for me and share the burden? i hated it really. nowadays, my moods been playing tricks on me. i can be very hyper in the morning during sch, but till noon, my mood goes way down to the limit, and gets very fustrated upon it. don understand why. whenever got scolded, i'll jus keep quiet. my heart's aching badly. i need someone to hear me out. and that person is YOU.i javen't been crying for a moment now. cuz it seems like everything im receiving are negatively bad and im bottling it up inside of me. and have yet to let it out. felt like shit now. so so fustrated. i needed YOUR answer. i wanna know badly. whats your plans, wads on ur mind. tel me pls. don put the blame on urself. u're not at fault.

today have been a very tiring day though, seriously real tiring. after sch waited for winarti to come out from remedial class as we gotta rush to pingyi sec for their investiture. and the journey there was so long that it took 1 1/2 hours to reach by train and bus. it nearly killed us. we were supposed to be early though, but we weren't the last one. cuz east view sec there's 2 more ushers.. so we were lucky that we got company. =D we met them and started of with going for investiture too? and then on we go talking after we alighted and reach the sch. everyone was there and we were the late ones. so we sat for ard 30 mins and got up and went down for refreshments as told so ya, saw their band and watched awhile before the 4 of us headed back to interchange. was dam tired but we managed to entertain ourselves with the company of other 2 from east view. they were our level though. so had great time crapping together. we got along well though. yah and when we board the bus and headed for the interchange, the upper deck of the bus was noisy. the students from pingyi sec1s were crazy. one of which asked whether did e go to their sch, my fren told that we din, so she was relieved. but when we traveled they did stupid things that realy gave us a bad expression. and when we alighted, i told the girl FYI: we jus went to ur sch.. she was dam shocked.. lol crap. the lok on her face was so filled wth horror. like wad? she was shocked to hear that really. but we had great time laughing together as new bonded frens and kinda like suan-ed the students a little. but we weren't mean at all. no intensional ones. then trained home for an hour after travelling on bus from the sch. the journey made me fell asleep on the train somemore...

hell of a hectic day indeed. it kills us man. =.o zzzzz
tired tird and tired. gotta end here..=D

jus don put every burden on urself,
i wanna be there by you,
to hear you out.
don say its ur fault.
maybe its me too not jus you.
let me be with you to share the load.