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Monday, January 28, 2008, 8:02 PM
Its the sweetest stae of motion that i ever knew
Why oh why in the hell did i give liz my password to my blog. Sorry everyone, its not me who posted the last post. nor was it me who edited my other posts and so on and so forth. So if anything strange gets posted, its not me. Its demon lizzie. well, i had the Amaths retest today, and i think i did pretty alright. I studied like hell for it, but thats only gonna get me a pass i think, its just too complicated. Every single question was on a different topic so yea it was kinda challenging, not to mention i had to rush off for drama rehearsels and CNY concert rehearsels. So now im so tired i cant be bothered with my homework, which isnt good cos i shouldnt let other things get in the way of my studies. Pfft i sound like my grandma. Speaking of which, i had dinner at her place last night (like i do every sunday with my whole family) and she had a surprise for all of us. Her sister had come over all the way from Holland. Yes that makes her my grand aunt, and she is dutch. You see, my great grandfather was a very promiscious person and had a few wives, and he had many children, so he decided to make many different children of different races and scattered them all over the globe, then he got filthy stinkin rich through trade and found a school. That school would be ACS. Which would also explain my very extensive and queer family background. My cousin also came over yesterday all the way from San fransisco, and well, my cousin's gay. He married a man named Albert. I shit you not. How great is that? I have a gay cousin. And well my grand aunt was pretty cool, she's one of the most smartest people ive ever met in my entire life. Im dead serious. Her memory power is like, amazing, she remembers how she met my parents when they were still dating and the clothes they wore when she met them. A yellow blouse and skirt for my mom and a white shirt with jeans for my dad. And she told me how she used to bathe and feed me when i was a kid. Feed me. yes. feed me. So shes the culprit for my blubber. And she speaks dutch, german, chinese, malay and french. She taught me abit of dutch. Ah. Interesting family i got. You know sometimes you get those annoying pop up ads. I get them quite often, but today, i was feeling pretty anxious about the results of my test, amongst other things, and the most apt ad popped up. And it was this. ![]() Mentalhelp.net I didnt even know that existed. Well thanks i guess? It made me smile. Well, i have maths to do. Seeyuh. Music : Fat Joe ft. big pun, jadakiss, nas, raekwon - John Blaze Ao |
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