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.Monday, August 9, 2010 ?

Protein powder is really very good because it's helped me gain 4kg!

Which is safely out of the underweight range.

No one call me anorexic now. HAHA.

I just ate a quarter of the entire box of after eights. If i continue at this rate I'll grow really fat fat fat I tell you! And then my skin will become very very very very very bad and NO ONE WILL RECOGNISE ME OR TALK TO ME D:

-puts after eights back into fridge-

I feel very mood-swingey today.

I don't even feel like doing bio, or history. Or art for that matter.

I just don't get why they're so strict sometimes.

Like, why can't we completely stay in Singapore? It's bad enough that, you know, people can't contact me over the weekends even though I tell them so many times that I won't get to access the net or any signals. And then they start getting really angry and pissed at me because I missed the deadline which they agreed on in their EMAILS over the weekends, which, hello, you need the net to read. Or, you know, missed stuff like CIP. And then when I finally see their smses i get back to them immediately, and they tell me that surprisingly i don't sound sorry at all.

That.

And then you know what? I don't even know what to say. Why do I even have to say everything nicely anyway? Why can't I just PUT EVERYTHING IN CAPITALS AND FILL THE ENTIRE THING WITH ANGRY FACES LIKE PEOPLE DO TO ME EVEN THOUGH I TELL THEM THAT I WON'T GET TO ACCESS THE NET???? Why do I always have to be the one to resolve whatever it is NICELY, to KEEP CALM and be the one to give in?

Why do I have to do everything nicely, I wonder sometimes.

And then when I am nice to people they trample all over me and exploit me and everything. I don't mind, you know, helping people for good causes, such as helping people with blowing-and-taking-down council balloons which is perfectly fine with me because it's what helping your fellow classmates includes, but i'm talking about tiny things like, oh, things that are so seemingly COMPLETELY UNIMPORTANT TO PEOPLE.

Being constantly asked by people how the exams were, only to find that they actually only wanted hints or tips? And then being completely ignored by them after that? People forgetting you had your test BEFORE they had theirs, and so saying nothing to you, but taking all your tips and your luck to their own exam?

Smiling at people when I walk past, only to have them return your smile with faces devoid of expression? And then later hearing someone tell her friend "That girl crazy, she smile at me. Smile for what, I don't even know her."

really, i wonder. On a brighter note,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE~


Hope your citizens are happy. Hope your citizens learn that people smile at strangers because they look like they've just had a bad day and need something to cheer them up, and not because they're crazy. Hope your citizens learn that people smile can smile at people even if they don't know them.

@3:07 AM
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