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i'll never let you go, if you promise not to fade away.
Sep 27, 2006

i pwn all other noobs.

this morning i was really really really really tired. i almost couldn't wake up in the car. argh. so i told my dad to pick me up after school.

slogged through lessons as usual. then cca. then...

AS USUAL, I TOOK THE BUS HOME.

haha. and my dad waited for me in school for a whole hour, until i got home at 6.30 and realised my dad was supposed to pick me up.

gjgj. pwnz0r.

damn. i go home by myself everyday la. after training, after school. and i actually forgot. omg. i don't know whether it was because i was too used to the routine of going home by myself or i was too tired to remember that my dad was supposed to pick me, or simply that i have very very very very terrible memory.

nevertheless,

ownage.

6:58 PM