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Wednesday, April 9, 2008 @ 7:18 PM
I feel lethargic, physically and emotionally drained. This sucks, im gonna rot!

Todays training sucked! My ankle was hurting like crap! but still , here's a list of people I LOVE:

Yong: For Buying My pencil case, the school bus one, which is movable too! Hah, so there Mag ;D

My Fellow Ne-k: For introducing me to 'sketcher', the ultimate-est game ever

Dad: For fetching me when my legs gave up

Auntie: For finding my phone, which got lost at home

And Everyone else i know, even my enemies, cause i'll love you even if its one-way, which is probably is, okay, im sounding Preachy. Anyway, theres a NE club. No, not national Education. But The 'If your name ends with ne, add your surname's first letter' club . Okay Whoah. So Christine's NeK, Im NeW, Mag's NeH(Vulgar? i know) and addie's NeF :D. Ah, its so cool! Fine, i got to stop praising my self, or so Ms Praba says. She Rocks Alot, shes just so sarcastic! and MAG! i cant wait for the pictures to come out, Ah!


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!
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