today was fun...
the drama was fun...
n no it lesson again.. TT
but at least we played truth or dare...
but i didnt dare to do anything...
then we all talk bout things lyk..
gossips n all...
n we tok bout hu we lyk n hu we dont...
n hu feel cute....
cant blive most girls topics r boys n gossips...
n some ppl hate ppl i hate too...
hehs....
then we have to stay back for bio...
ok la..
got one boy from dunno wat class..
spyed at our class....
nth to do....
then went i was walkin home...
jayne asked me hu i lyk...
i said i lyk ******....
she said he was shorter n younger than me...
well she goes for sumbody..
taller n older than her...
but she's super tall!!!
hahakz....
well my sis bf was juz abt 3 inch taller than her..
n younger than her by mths!!!
this guy was juz younger than me by days...
februrains...
anywae..
hu we lyk now wont b forever rite?
i mean marriage is in god's hand...
jayne was surprise that all of crushin started very young..
coz she start crushin wen she's more matured...
hehe...
but no fun to play truth or dare in 1c...
coz almoz all arent friendly...
lyk shamimah,farah,moz boys,n plus some girls...
it was ok...
i hope everybody comes on that small birthday gathering...
i wanna play truth or dare wit them...
i miss it soo much!!!
relli!!!!

gtg..
lots of hmwks to do...
tmr need to do assingments...
too many seii!!!!
buhbye
>muacks##<

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