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25 minutes.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009 @ 10:05 PM

1 week gone and past.
time is tickling away so fast.

sec 2 life is coming to an end.
th 2 years time with th class is ending too.

our class,
childish.
but cute.
irritating,
but funny.
we get good grades, but bad grades the next.

i guess i'll miss this class.
no more jokers next year?
maybe. haha,
to think i'll miss this class.


Life is freaking pathetic.
with all th hypocrites.
and people who comes running to you,
when there's something they can benefit from you.
and throw you away,
when your worth nothing.

this few months,
it feels so sian.
just want to lie down,
and wake up only when i want to.
cause nothing is going my way.

just stfu, and go on with your life.