pusillanimous

life's a bitch

the plan was to mug at home, but after dinner i just plonk myself on the sofa and rotted on watching maggie and me, 80s show and that loser kamasutra show.

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booth is done, a big thank u to mr luo yi heng. wait. he was supposed to be my slave. so nope, lets remove him from mention. it was my work. i did a good job slave driving.

well the booth looks like it was put together by 2 monkeys depressed that they were there and not some place else mugging organic chemistry or socializing with coolios. yupp it was more or less so, except there was an efficient whip. and one of them was manically depressed. and the whip gleefully targeted his raw spots. just happily, eh do this, eh do that. eh straighten this, eh straighten that.

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ewong is like picking on me lah. i was putting in quite some effort to look interested in what she was talking about. i didnt slump into the chair or onto the table, and i bloody did do some essay outline, but she damn knn whole day, don anything? don understand?

walau, please maam, cut me some slack? im trying my best to be a guaiboi like lenny n jordy. i know im really a total faggot, but even faggots deserve a second chance, and some slack.

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zhenani loves penani

happily in the library he transfers xiangshuiyoudu to my handphone and plays it at full volume. in the quiet study area.

later he goes to alliance francaise for french lesson with hyj. u can sense his lust.

well he has more than came of age.

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alright, matriculation tomorrow. and cca feste better not be some total screw up. although im sortof getting used to being responsible when things screw up. bigtime.

tatas.