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Wednesday, March 28, 2007'♥

i practically feeling very down. a feeling that i dun even want to explain it. i want a BIG BREAK. FAST.NOW!
on monday. i was still joking with michelle and huimei, but the happiness does not last long. last period, mother tongue. x square = xuan xuan. went to change our seats... i ended up sitting at the last row! from middle until the back! WHAT THE! and i cried at that point of time. we all protested not to change seats. yet the damn stupid x square still change our seats. no fair! but my mood was gradually getting up while dancing. but again it went downhill at the end of dance. it was so tiring that i almost had collapsed. GREAT! just let me do that. lots of homework not done. getting BLACKLISTED! i hate this. no one really cares.

tuesday another bad day. changed of art teacher to miss shasha. what a werid name that is. and new english teacher miss lie(chinese -indonesia) was like nagging and nagging all the way while doing our work. dance started off good. but middle part of the dance, after wasting my energy on the stretching of rubber band performance, i could not really focus on the last part and wanting to give up!

wednesday.
had a bad sneeze throught out the day. almost used up cassandra tissue box. getting really tired and really can't focus. great change seats. change to the back of the MOST NOSIEST PERSON IN THE CLASS, JR. again there is no difference. i am still stuck at the back. i have no rights to protest.. great, why is my life going so down! i hate it!!! i allowed the dance members to sleep for 5minutes, before i asked them to do stretching, as they had done well in the morning. next what i am getting stressed. really STRESSED! i got "scolded" by not being focus in the dance. well actually this is not the first time. why? my energy just got drained pretty badly that i cannot even really go and focus. just like what pearl said, while dancing, we have gone to our limit. what can you ask for more? just want to stress me out? next week having class test, after SYF 1 week and 1 day later is SA1 examination. i tried my very best and getting really pissed off this few days. so if i had offended anyone, i am so sorry.

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