December 01. :[

Bad, bad day… I had a maths test this MORNING. I’m all groggy/half-drunk/… Um, just half-asleep when I get to school in the mornings. The drowsiness lasts from the moment I get to… Continue reading

Christmas shopping is tiring.

Very tiring exhausting. Dammit, it was bad. Bad. Baaad. And utterly humiliating >_< I cannot even explain to you how much I detest London. Is it the smoking? The hobos who cuddle up… Continue reading

November 29th, Saturdayyyy.

I wish Wendy has a blog. I always like seeing what people type […Cause I’m nosy. :p] And otherwise I’ll freak out when I’m surrounded by the rest of my family. My mom… Continue reading

Protected: 27th November. Password: YouAreAtard08

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Protected: 26th November. Password: YouAreAtard08

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Protected: 26th November 2008. Password: youareatard08.

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23rd November 2008.

So, I got up this morning to the sounds of… my dad watching football. My mom was yelling at him not to watch football ’cause it’d wake me up. Then I fell asleep… Continue reading

Protected: November 19th 2008. Password: youareatard08

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The Real Game.

This is basically my first post, dedicated to WendyZOR. I was thinking of writing all the stuff down in a notebook thing, but I doubt Wendy can read my handwriting, and it’d take… Continue reading