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Monday, August 31, 2009 at 9:39 PM

omg today i went back to my primary school. how nostalgic ._." i saw my primary 4 classmate. and considerately took note of his "admonishing" glares. yes, really nostalgic. it's been like i think four years now? looks like i've garnered myself a lot of hate from him. for a moment i was wondering why he was seemingly looking really pissed and all...and glaring at me...yeah that's when he made me remember what i did. omg. honestly, I AM SO SORRY J.P. back then,i was dumb and rash(i still am, but less rash). sorry if i sort of "traumatized" you. hope i didn't affect your hearing. gawd so embarrassing when i look back into the past. and i sort of remembered that ever since that incident, i don't think you ever talked to me. whateverrr. not like i needed it anyway. and i confirmed that you still hate me after i heard you telling your younger brother blahblahblah...,"...that (my full name)" fine be anti-(my full name) idc. but one thing i really need you and people to know is that, i really didn't mean to make you injured. I'M SO SO SO SO VERY SORRY.　ほんとに　ほんとに　ごめなさい。정말 너무 진심이 미안하다. and even if you don't forgive(or hate) me it's okay. after saying this, i still don't feel any much better ._." this sucks.

anyway, i went to T3 to eat at popeyes. so filling. and YOU STUPID PEOPLE(tiara, laura and possibly kimbo) that keep trying to step my on feet. i swear the next thing i step on will be your face if you DO step on my shoes. and fatin, yes. you stepped on my shoes on purpose. be prepared to taste my shaolin foot on wednesday. oh and note to self: never ever eat KFC's mashed potato(sauce contains chicken fat).

oh yeah, the other day my mum was looking at a sparrow(it's small) and said how much she preferred the new zealand birds like seagulls cause they were bigger and fatter. so i commented: "yeah you love those big, fat birds cause they've got bigger surface area. thus making them easier to shoot down, right?" i'm so morbid.

the other day as well at my cousin's farewell party(she's going to ja-pan!) then my dad was like talking(with all the adults) about how indecent and perverse priests were back then and even now cause they like molest little kids. so i was like "chop it off lah" then all the adults looked at me, all aghast. and jasmine's like "huh, WHUT?! chop what off?" and she caught on a few seconds later, "ouhhh.. HAHHAHA" but seriously, if the priests themselves can't control themselves then WE help them lah. talk about a loving and caring community. and it's the root of the whole problem. so we just nip it in the bud lah. -.-"

I'll play for you.