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| aie oh. kuan d.i ako new xanga: xanga.com/aimee_xiao xiao as in ciao(buh.bye/hallo in italian) na ilisan lang ug X. just makin things clear. LOLz. | | |
| the weird thing is, i get tired almost instantly. so i'm making a new xanga. buh.bah.bye old one. i'm not cancelling this one though. this is for future reference to my stupidity. lol. | | |
| It's only the second week of school, and I'm soooooooooooo busy. No wonder some students do so many drugs. Anyway, the name of our ASC campaign party is ____'s Birthday Party. We still can't figure out whose party it should be. I can't believe we have classes on Saturdays. It's not really formal. I mean, we get to wear whatever we want. But still. SATURDAYS?!?!?!? I'm freaking out here. Worst of all, I just found out about all he comments those other schools posted in youtube about IDS. I don't really care about the cheerleading contest. What I care about is that everyone hates IDS. That means I can't walk freely in the city anymore without getting snapped at, or worse, slapped in the face. But I guess that's just me, overanalyzing again. I hate it here. | | |
| Being the leader sucks. I'm not really the choleric type. In fact, I'd like to be more of the reckless member. But, as usual, I'm trying my best to be responsible, although my best is probably really different from what people expect it to be. Then again, life goes on. I also would like to anoune that I'm running for the position of PIO in the ASC Mother Club under the banner of ?!?!?!? (I still dunno yet) and that those people who care enough to vote, pls do. Although I'm just running for the points and the popularity, and I really couldn't care less about winning. And for the people out there who still don't know... FYI: I'm not joining Ms. IIT. There are enough problems in real life. Being a beauty queen wannabe would just make things more complicated. | | |
| All right. Fine, fine fine, everything's perfectly FINE.
Oh my God. WHO AM I KIDDING?!?!? My mom is definitely gonna kill me. Well, she doesn't really know about the galleria tragedia. But when she finds out, I am dead.
Please pray for me and my poor soul. Summer is almost over. I am holding it by the tail so it will stay longer. But apparently it's not working. But still, I'm totally looking on the bright side. Even though my social life is in a state of complete disrepair, I still have some pieces of it left. And some glue. As if that will make things better. For so long, I have harbored all of this. | | |
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