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Wednesday, June 6, 2007 @ 7:50 PM
I'm going escape with 6B tomorrow!!!
at least PART of 6B
so sorry SARA, YVETTE and MARIE DEAR
my mummy didnt let me go yesterday
for some reason i don't know
going to escape
cause www is kinda boring
considering that everytime i go there
its either ULARLAR however you spell it
or that bike bike thingo in the sky
and i'll still be screaming
my most fun time there was when
jean and i sat the sky thing then we were SOOO SLOOW
and the people behind were like 'pushing' us
so mean right!?
then we were screaming
cause whenever the bike turn
it makes this weird sound and you fell like you're gonna fall
considering that its like dunno how many metres form the ground
and there are 3 bends
if i can remember
anyways
tommorrow im meeting winnie at 8am!
i need beauty sleep!
then were going to esther's house
where alex's mummy will pick us up, then alex
cant wait!
and holiday homework seriously sucks
you cant even find some lah
so crappy
and i am so happy with myself for not buying a bag yesterday
i passed the test of retail therapy!
yayness!
Definitely Daphne

Hello, I'm Daphne. Im 14 this year. It's a pretty contradicting age. Some of us are like angels, academic darlings,whatever you believe we are. Some of us are like ruined, or so you say. We're the unmanageable ones, the ones classifed as typical-teenagers (DUH), wash-ed up, yeah, whatever. For me, i think its called the teenage angst. I dont see how people survive without sarcasm, or shopping for that matter. And how do they survive with chinese anyways. I mean, whats wrong with english, at least its understandable. I study in SNGS. A perfectly BITCHY, but UNITED(when we're against anyone but ourselves) school. I'm a netballer, which in my opinion, is the LOVELIEST thing ever. I mean theres this aura? of coolness and hotness around the SNGS netballers, especially the now B'DIV ones. I adore my family, sorry, i mean my family's diversity and way of doing things. My sister is my best friend, when we dont quarrel. She knows all my secrets, even though she doesn't always keep them. Talk about trust. We argue over the smallest of things. E.g.Whos Better? How much an average person can survive on? Whos better, Mum or Dad? Cca hotness? Guys? Clothes? You name it, we've done it, and even got a free T-shirt :). So I'm a pretty complicated person and i wont say its good!
Talk, Talk

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