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Saturday, March 07, 2009

Arrrrrrrrgggggggggg. Everytym the urge to make me blog is becuz of teacher. Tt new cher, Mr Ang. He soo damn stingy lah. I can't and don't want to fail my chemistry. I go ask him for mark as Mr Sng mark band 1 correct bt dn he say he cant give me the mark as i muz be more detail. I was lyk wanted to punch him lar. So damn angry. Mr Sng oso giv correct liao he cnt juz 大发慈悲 giv me tt pathetic 1 mrk arr.I dun lyk the new cher tt cum our sch lor. lyk almoz everyone is sooo dunno how to say.Becauz of this, i actually cn score a B4 or B3. Bt nw, i score a C.

I juz joke joke tell him tt if he dun giv me the mrk, dn i goin to cry. Bt i dunno, suddenly tears roll dwn my cheek. Dn i tinking die liao. Class sooo many ppl. Dun wan let dem c. Bt luckilly yesterday i move infront n i juz facing the table all the day. Dn fiona n phyllis say i still pass my overall dun cry. Luckilly for me, chemistry is the laz lesson. I dunno hu hv c me cry lar. Bt some tt i dun want de to c has c ald. haiz. Dn baoling say she c me cry she oso wan cry so she stay away fr me. Bt still, She still cry after lesson. After lesson i dun feel lyk staying in class. Cuz too many ppl. Dn i nv packed anyting juz go LC rm.Along the way, I juz face dwn. Cuz outside e2 gt many ppl lar. Dn i ask jas go accompany me take my bag as e3 no ppl liao. Dn i go in. Some of the ppl gt cum in lar. Dn dey say nw term 1 oni. Still cn work hard. I was still crying tt tym.

Dn i saw jasmond. Lyk keep dunno do wat funny ting lar. Dn i laugh n laugh, untill my tears stop. N he draw a complicated family tree. Involve many cher. bt he dun let me post the pic. Bt is all those irritating cher lar. Haiz. i wish i cn work hard lar. Bt sci juz isnt my sub. I cnt score well for tt. Bt i will try harder lar nx tym.
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