Goodmorning
This is the Algae Residences
How may I help you,

My best friend is the guitar. &I never need boyfriends. I fall in love easily. With random things like country music, vampires,romance novels&colorful pens. To me, Taylor Swift&The Saturdays are awesome. I love little black dresses&scarves. In my spare time, I like to design cards&conduct random science experiments like dipping eggs into acid. Yeah&unlike normal humans, I like science, converging lenses&relative atomic masses included. Secretly, I want to be a doctor& a guitarist on the spy when I grow up. I love nonsense people who make me laugh. &yes, I love inviting people to my house&being invited to other's houses. I hate raindrops, airplanes, Jacob Black&jerks. No, I'd never though that I was smart/gorgeous/talented. I'm just a green colored pond scum. A bitchy one to be precise.
P.S My bitchiness is inherited, so beware of my mom.
P.S And currently, I'm desperate for a new phone&a pair of flipflops.

Indigo'09
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Modern dancer
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FUCK, FUCK. JUST PLAIN FUCK. My mom is grounding me from seeing Krsystal after she saw a message from her with the so-called 'F-language'. RIGHT. She was nagging out 'how appalled she was that Cedarians actually use the F-language. How disappointing'. Sounds like one of our principals right. But the ironic part is, her daughter is as screwed up, as vulgar.

And yes, sometimes I just have to love Math. Like really. I don't know how. Cause these Math questions - the more difficult it is, the better - it takes my mind away. Especially with Lily Allen's music blasting away, it helps me to forget that my brother has stolen my phone after he saw that I was messaging Aloysius. I mean, WHAT THE FUCK. We're living in the 21st century, not stuck in the bronze age or when we weren't even homo sapiens. So now my oh-so-intelligent brother (no kidding, I'll explain later why is he smart) is going to show my messages to my mom and declare him as my new boyfriend. FUCK, just plain fuck. The last thing I need is a boyfriend.

Ohkay, am I just stupid or is the world round me getting smarter? My brother can do the 6mark question in everyone's VS paper2. Right. And Mr Chue and I took 30minutes to figure that out. Seriously, is my IQ 'deproving'?

Like a headless chicken. Or rather, like a heartless musician. I'm just playing - no, I mean pressing the finger boards and strumming the strings - the guitar. There's a difference. I have MP3 plugged in and I just strum. And strum. And strum. So that I cry through Taylor Swift's songs or scream it out loud with the 'Should've said no' and 'I Heart Question Mark'. Seriously, I need to jog. And it'd better to be soon. Ohkay, my fucking asshole brother has supplementary on Wednesday. Ah. Fantastic. I can sneak out to go Mount Emily Park to jog.

Hypocritcal bitch. To think that I actually told you a secret no one knows apart from my parents and the police. Not even my sis or older or younger brother knows. And yet I told you. And yet you turned out to be such a condescending, pretentious, attention-seeking bitch. Slut. Whore. Whatever. Back-stabber.

Wait. Update on what I did today. Finished all Math papers except for the graph questions. Have to go bloody Popular to get the graph paper tomorrow. And I went to school. To see Mr Chue. With Krystal. And Celine Tan. HAHA. Yes, I had to beg, bribe, plead, convince, whatever just to make him be my nominating teacher for COALS. And the best part is, he's NOT fucking convinced. Where is Mr Chan when I need him. OHWELL. And yeah, had fun with Jesslyn-oh-jesslyn, sharianty, celine tan, crystal and krystal. HAHA. Ohkay, very gay times with nail polish, throwing MY marker around and trying to shoo birds away. HAHAHAHA. And then PLAZASING. Fuck, I can't afford the Esprit shirt that I want. And I need new shorts. Ohkay, I think I sound like a bimbo rattling off her ridiculously long wish for Santa. OHWELL.

OHKAY. I'm trying to get out of the house as much as possible. It's not the four walls. It's the people. Trust me. Anyone wants a mom-swap? Or rather, a jellyfish mom. A headless, bloodless, brainless, hearless jellyfish.

TAGREPLIES-
IRENE - DBSK. RIGHT-.-
YINGYI - TSK. I was so close to A1. 1mark. GRR):
FLORENCE- HAHA. Yes. I'll bring you Orchad Ion, Paragon, Taka, Wisma. The best excursion of your life. HAHA.
KRYSTAL- YES, it is. Stupid girl. HAHA.
ALIAAAAAH - HEHE. Ohkay, linked(:
CELASTINE - You look GOOD as usual. I look better than usual. HAHA. I'm mean to my mom. Take a look at how my mom treats me. It's worse than building the Death Railway or being a prisoner-of-war. Trust me. Mom-switch?

Life seems so monochrome without you,
-A-

P.S It's unbelievable Crystal Seet is going to become a Sec4. WAIT. I'm going to become a Sec3. Upper-sec. Unimaginable. HAHA. Unless I die before next year. Not a bad chance, though. I'd just read paracetamol overdose is fatal. HMMM... NOT BAD.

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