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Saturday, August 18, 2007
oh, so now its BABABAAA


















Yutaki is just so gay. Hiphop was like, okay, I guess, but st. jazz was so much nicer. I think I'm going to like, quit hiphop and join latin jazz or something. No, actually I just want to join reggae.

O School has reggae, but it's at the same time of street jazz! Zz. Maybe kickboxing then. Zz. Anyway, was late for ballet cos we went to Starbucks and forgot the time. And the fucktarded bus came fucktardedly late.

Oh, which reminds me,

Suman: How old are you girls?
Me: 13
Suman: 15?
Me: Uh, no. 13.
Suman: Oh, so sad. That means I can't play my favourite song. 'Cos it got a lot of toot toot toot.

So weird right. Last week he didn't ask me, when I went alone. Proves that pretty girls do get the attention, Gen!

Starbucks rocked. We shared a blueberry bagel. Love Love Love! And I had a vanille frappe. More love.

Ballet was... Fun. Sort of. Okay, I made Ms Chew really pissed, I think. Well, we all did. That and the 6th grade first years. Anyhoo.
!6:43 PM