tudae in sch. crap wid ili. act kute. between us onli. but it was so goddamn farnie. i get loads of fun wid dem. hurrs. mmmm. andre rizal justin performed. i tink dey were ok. he cant sing for nuts. guitar was too loud. bass was a wee bit too soft. drums were almost perfect. n i feel sori for de band tt punkrockers borrow de drums. im sori. dats how u reali fuck de drums. n PLS. do not complain abt de wonderful loudness of punk. its jus de wae it is. dun sae it suck. to some ppl, its deir lyf. i dun tink ppl wud prefer pathetic lame boring lame band songs either. n since i noe u appreciate band songs, i dun tink u wud lyk it wen someone hu noes nuts abt it, criticises it. same goes de other wae round ok. if u dun understan de music, u DO NOT hev de fuckin right to bloody criticise it. n if u sae tt de performance was loud. its jus darn pathetic. u wun last a second in a standard store room sized jamming session. n u wun last one green day song thru mi mp3. hope i got tt clear. dis is referring onli to ONE person. if u dun tink ure de one. pls dun get offended den. cos i wun reveal hu for de person's bloody privacy.

aniwaes. wen andre played. IT REALI REMINDED ME OF TRE. not his level of skill. wen he started to get high on playin. u see, dats where ones personality comes out. OMG. andre sent out all dese tre antics. n i started to hev a HORRIBLE case butterflies. NOT on andre. on his tre antics kays. -n i dun mean antic as in vintage. i mean as in his behaviour n lil things dat he does. my god. it totally bloody remind me of tre it freaked de shit outta me. u can ask ili n aisyah mi reaction. omg. i was totally butterflied. FLUTTER me. damn, i find it darn sexy. =x reali. oh man.. nafsu beb.. maintain, maintain...

den aft dat. CHARMAINE. omg. she got nominated for students council pweshident. omg. im loss for speech. whoa. jus do ur best, grrl. u wil hev mi support. till mi last breath. =))

den wen heather left wid *ehoh, i went out wid char. plus kari plus yak plus pris plus ade. yea. den kari went off. ouh. den we watched movie. after walkin aroun n gettin ourselves tired. we watched fantastic four. n me n yak kept saein how HOT torch is. HE IS. my gawd. wad a body. oh, he's johhny. goddamn funni prankster. n i tink pris is a nice grrl. ALRIGHT, it is mi fault dat im a bitch las time for hatin everione wid an apparently perfect lyf. lol. ive saed im sori. n i dun regret apologisin. especially for sumthin wen im in de rong. n its so stupit to hev enemies wen u duno wat kind of frens dey can turn out to be. lyk heather. =)) or yak. or pris, for tt matter.

den had ta rush home. amazingly, mi mum didnt complain me comin home at 8. i din even tell her where i was goin. thank god. mebbe its cos im nt praying. hees. DEN. dere was dis rude indian asshole standin beside me in de bus. ass. keep staring. if i wasn on de fone, if de bus wasnt crowded n if both mi hands weren't occupied he wud hev gotten one helluva tell off frm me. stupid gay. n dere was a kute guy standin on mi left. n i noe he was eavesdropping on me. lol. on heather's dae.. i shant comment. its her life. but evrione deserves a second chance, grrl. kays.

OH. mr stix. u noe how irritating u are? VERY. it pisses de shit outta me. i duno redi la. i keep lying to u. n UR sending me mixed signals urself. ok. fine. mebbe its mi fault cos im sendin mixed signals miself. but i will keep denying myself. no hope ks. bye.

ok. fine. stop being so pretentious, yani. ur not hapi, dun lie to urself. yea. im NOT hapi. i duno whye. mus be cos of mr stix. goddamn irritating ass. MOFO. blaah. watever. [ARRHHHH.]