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Friday, August 15, 2003

Ahh I've been so busy with work and tuition these days. Haven't had enough time to myself. Damn, I need a time-out soon. Argh. And to make things worse, this guy whom I think is kinda cute knows that I like him. To top things off, he probably thinks I'm an idiot, too. Grrr. All thanks to Tristan, Mopiko, Nick and Bertrand. Shit, man. We were all in the library yesterday when they found out who it was and wrote this really gross and sappy letter on PINK paper to him addressed in my name. Bloody hellll. Mopiko grabbed it and passed it to him while all I could do was bury my head in my hands and curse. Gawd, I am so pissed with him. I couldn't even bear to look at his reaction while he read the stupid thing. Oh well. I only found out what they wrote in the letter after Rachel managed to get it back from him. Bahh, if it wasn't happening to me, I'd have been damned amused by the whole incident. They spelt his name wrongly, so much so that it came out sounding like some weird egyptian name. Ahh. It went something like,

"Hi *insert weird-sounding-egyptian-name here*,

I've noticed you around and I find you VERY attractive. My name is Shu Min, the tall one, sitting directly behind you. Hee hee oh my god I'm soooooo nervous........

*insert heart here* Shu Min *insert heart here*
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What the hellll..'Hee hee oh my god I'm soooooo nervous'?! I don't even say things like that. Sheeesh. This is damn sad. And by the way, Tristan, your handwriting sucks. So do your heart drawings. Haha. They look preschool-ish. Shucks. He probably thinks I'm some weirdo by now. Oh well. Can't do much about it now, can I. It's just so embarrassing though. Pfft.

Had tuition straight after school today till about 830 or so. Man, am I tired. Chinese mock exam tomorrow. Shiiit. I hate those. My chinese is, unfortunately, pathetically below the national average. I've gotta do something to rectify that soon, man. Heh, I've been trying to study hard these days during free periods at the library and all. Don't know if there'll actually be any sign of improvement in my work though. Ahh, only time will tell, eh.

Shu at 11:01 PM

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