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Let's Sing Along,

Monday, September 24, 2007 @ 8:28 PM

FOURTH POST! wahhhhhhhhhh
i am crazy, thanks.

okays i think i am really drven crazy by this coursework,
i am really going to die, just like what brande feel like now.

after the third post,
i was like still chatting with brande when i went to XXX's blog.
i sort of anyhow click on other people's links.
and i linked to her blog.
erm she's from co, but not the one who pissed me off in my previous blog.

i was like scrolling down to find the most un-recent post.
but then it was like neverending...
okays then i was like reading random posts WHICH ARE VERY VERY OLD.
for last year.
then i was like saw this passage.
referring to me but then at that time she still dont know my name.
i saw what she wrote about the incident where i cried because zls scolded me...
and she stated that she hated this kind of person.
and still she thought that i was bu shuang with her when she taught me things.
and then she's better off with XXX and more like,
"so what if her mother is a pipa player?"
and etc... because i cannot read anymore. ICANTTAKEIT.

i never cried after reading that,
but then my stomach was like really FILLED WITH BUTTERFLIES.
i mean. okays, what will you feel if you are in my shoes?
of course you will feel uneasy.
maybe i am thought to be "bu shuang-ed" with her because i am always unhappy in the past,
making a froning face?
maybe i am veryvery arrogant in the past...
maybe i never ever thanked her after she taught me some things,
...
but then i can see that she had cooled down after that.
because this year she treated me quite nicely....
she can smile with me... and joke sometimes (?)

i want to say something to her.
and i promise i will say sorry about breaking her pipa.
i will clarify that i am not bu shuang with her, i never.
i will speak to her, after the exams. i will.
sorry wenyi, and etc, etc, and etc.
i promise i swear i will say that to her, DUE BY THE LAST CO PRACTICE.

right now i will have to face the reality that MY COURSEWORK IS INCOMPLETE.
walao, i really dont like this feeling of mugging....
raaarrs ._.

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