I swear life is never fair. I can't stand another minute in this horrid place. Life's full of shit and it's worse here. It's worse than hell. Test is in less than a week and there you are ranting that I'm being rude for telling you that. Well, if that's the case, get me out of school. Who wants to attend it anyways? If you're that smart and shrewd, you teach me. I'd be more than willing to incur as much as I can.
Seriously, as if I don't have my worries and troubles from school and you just have to top it up. You're suppose to be supportive of my decisions and spur me on to do better each time. But I guess that's not the case.
I was all wrong about you. Thanks a lot for ruining my day. I truly appreciate it.
This is where the life of a spoilt girl, Jasmine who wishes to be winsome, unfolds. She is a quintessence of one who fantasizes about anything. She'll "pen" down a "concoction" comprising of gaiety, melancholy, pique, contriteness and anything under the mighty sun.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
FRENCH BRAIDS
Recently, I've a sudden appeal to french braids. But, I just can't tie it myself ): So today, I made my aunt tie for me.
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It would take eternity for me to
successfully accomplish this...
Debate trainings have been enervating and arduous...and school workload is building up...and because of that, from now, I'll have extremely short posts...sigh...and on this note I end this post in despair.
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