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Thursday, February 25, 2010 @ Thursday, February 25, 2010
when in school.. here what we always have

I'm currently in school. Godd i could already sense the syndrome of boredom again. I'm having ma CS module right now. Love this module. Mr William is effing nerdy and silly, hah makes him looks super cute. We had our mock test yesterday so today we're just revising and correcting the mistakes. I'm quite impressed. I almost get wholly correct for all questions! heh
EVERY SINGLE time we will take the opportunity to use the computer when the teacher starts talking bullshit all day long.

Okay now, ma mate Jocelyn, is beside me. She's posting somethang bout' her nemesis. Heh, if i'm not mistaken its her boyfriend's 'so-called' bro's girlfriend. Feel me? And i just corrected her grammar and vocabs. Hah seriously we got nothing betta to do. Pfft.

God. All of a sudden, i'm starting to crave for sushi. Heh bizarre craveness(no scuh noun for 'crave' literally). I always thought sushi was sort of romantic, the way everythang was so neat and bite-size. You could feed each other without making too much of a mess. You barely even needed a napkin. Don't you think so?

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Uchiha Itachi; "People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define "reality". But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true"? Merely vague concepts ... their "reality" may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?"