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Kill
The Light
take ‘em out, turn ‘em off, break ‘em down.
Thursday, November 24, 2005

Zzzz..im running out of games..haha..so time ta blog..hmm..nth much happened today..juz play play play..den liddat lor... not smsing some1 =X..i suddenly scared to sms her le..maybe 2morrow i try to sms her..dun wanna lose contact with her wor..holidays--->the time for me to think and think and think..i always think bout alot of stuff always..well..thats me..if i stare into space means im thinking bout something..and not peeping at ya!!haha...no offence..woot..i suddenly asked myself this question..wads love..i thought of it..this is what i think..love may not always be lead to some sexual acts like kissing and stuff..i feel that u can express it without action..maybe some words may help..but ur tone and how serious u are..really shows how much u love a person..hmm..argh talking crap..lol..well..maybe that person out there knows that i love her..but she dunno how much i do..thing is..i have to courage to tell her how much..im scared..scared of rejection...scared..scared that the world will change becuz of the three words..maybe e only way of showing her how much i love her is to tell her face to face..well..well..i dun dare..won;t u find it wierd..suddenly..1 asshole came out and suddenly say..hey..i love u..lol..if i was that person..i would like..wth.....is he joking or what..so i dunno how e helll to tell her..so i have to cowardly write all my feelings in this..err..blog?????haha...

now bout shooting..wad i think..i shld NOT be vice-captain at all..im juz a useless asshole who slacks..abuses authority...well..thats true..i've got no leadership..i hum ji..dun dare speak up...im not even fit to be..a leader of anything..sian..mr choo gone..things changed..heard we have to pay for our cca shirts next year..our current shooting teacher..knows almost nothing about shooting..wheres our gas cylinder charge...so long never come..wheres our new rifle and pistol..choo said hes buying more..the sexist issue seems to be ok le..haha..k lar..nth to say le..best wishes all..woot..