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Monday, August 4, 2008 @ 8:27 PM
If you hadn't already heard, i fractured my foot bone during pesta. Some Calcaneus, Navicular shit. SO im on crutches. hurts like crazy, i'll sweat, get sore pits, and worse of all, i cant move around much. It Sucks. And i Cant go for sports trip. Im super sad lah, i wanna go badly, everyones gonna have fun, while i sit here, cheering our school on for our national connect thing, If i'm ever gonna come. I think i'll just get an MC. Even with my injured foot, homework and stuff still piles, not that i expect it not too, but my chinese short story flopped already. I cant stnand my lack of knowledge towards chinese, i'll always get a mental block when i come to it. Anyway, here are some pictures from the movie:






She looks freakin nerd here, with her 'transformer' jacket.




Addie with the policeman hat at spotlight.


Me with the China-Piang hat and the wonderfully neat french plait that Joan helped me tie.

Our Ghostly Image. Freaked out?




Best Friend and I, My eyes look really tired.

See you'll tomorrow, if im coming at all :D
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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