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Sunday, June 10, 2007

Right or wrong

Awesome meet-up with the girls lately. Girl talk, catching-up but mostly, games! "If you're stupid, then you're stupid (re: some number game)"- I hereby declare that I'm dumb when it comes to the subject. ROFL! (: And never, ever, ever and ever include me in card games, I swear when it comes to my turn, I'll turn blur and etc, hence resulting in the starting-over of the aforementioned again. I'd find joy in watching people play, rather- thank you.

I respect my beautician, I really do. We bitched, and I just love our bitching sessions. "To boast about heritage is total gibberish!" Trust an Arabian & Pakistani mixed-blood lady to say that!

Inner heart says I've given up on studies already. The voice within's been constantly shrieking about the idea of joining october intake. Told Ili about this and she went "Ridiculous! It's not even MYE, and you're chickening out! Loser". Literally. Well, I think I need to talk to my parents about this. But the problem is, how to?

Moving on, yesterday's meeting with regards to PW was unsurprisingly and annoyingly reeking! Yes, as speculated. Groupmates were nearly traumatized, and that included me- zomg, did he ever bathe or something? This isn't one trivial matter for me okay- I'll go critical when it comes to odours.

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

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