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/ Friday, November 20, 2009

i dont want anybody to pity me,
or ask me to cheer up whatsoever,
because to me it just seems as if you wanna bribe me,
into telling me youre a nice person.
honestly i dont give a shit whether youre nice or not.

anyway my sister was kind enough,
to take my to seoul garden today.
it made me happpyy. (:
and then, her friend arrived.
went home for piano.
wasnt as bad as i thought it would be.
although my fingering is
horrible
terrible
vegetable.

okay tomorrow theres dare. HAHAHAH.
ohmygod im excited.
im scared of sitting in the car when my mother drives.
so im praying hard my father is free tomorrow.
or will beg for train.

people really dont mean what they say. -.-
all rubbish.
but then again,
i really getting used to this.
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