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My Contradictions.

- SEVENTEEN yet EIGHTEEN.
- SOPHISTICATED yet SIMPLE.
- WILD yet TAME.
- CRAZY yet NORMAL.
- BITCHY yet KIND.
- SLUTTISH yet DEMURE.
- FRANK yet SHY.
- CHILDISH yet MATURE.
- DEVILISH yet ANGELIC.
- NARCISSISTIC yet SELFLESS.
- CONFUSED yet SURE.
- FICKLE yet CONSISTENT.
- SELFISH yet GIVING.
- FIERCE yet GENTLE.
- ANNOYING yet LOVABLE.
- HEARTLESS yet SENTIMENTAL.
- SCHEMING yet NAIVE.
- LAZY yet HARDWORKING.
- RETARDED yet INTELLIGENT.
- IGNORANT yet KNOWLEDGEABLE.
- UNFEELING yet CARING.
- SLOPPY yet TIDY.
- IMAGINATIVE yet REALISTIC.
- PESSIMISTIC yet OPTIMISTIC.
- INTROVERTED yet EXTROVERTED.


My Loves.

- ME.MYSELF.I.
- MONEY.
- COMPUTER.
- HAND PHONE.
- CAMERA.
- CHILDREN.
- MIRRORS.
- MAKE UP.
- BITCHING.
- GOSSIPING.
- CRITICIZING.
- SLACKING.


My Hates.

- BEING BROKE.
- BEING SCOLDED.
- BEING BACKSTABBED.
- EMPTY VESSELS.
- HYPOCRITES.
- REPEAT OFFENDERS.
- COMPUTER BREAKDOWN.

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Tuesday, May 23, 2006















this is what you get when u place me in any random lecture. BOREDOM. be it ICBE, OBC or EM1. this is what you can expect. tons of crappy nonsense. anw, the 2nd picture shows how i mark the attendance in mr chong's class. hahas.


i'm in some narcissistic mood today. snapping and snapping. was taking afew with haril and jas before ICBE lecture at megabites. wahahahahas. i'm sucha happy girl. =D








mr chong 4got who i was during ICBE practical just now. like what the fuck shit!! cuz we're supposed to pick our group for the poster project. den someone mentioned my name and he went "gabrielle? who's gabrielle?"


i shot up from my seat exclaiming "WALAO EH MR CHONG!!!", plus stomping my feet. he looked at me n went "oh, u're gabrielle. i tot u from 1A02 or 1A03." OMFG, like i'm his class rep n he 4gets me like after 3 weeks?! hmpf.


bahh, i'm like flooded with common tests, projects, homework and such. but i dont seem to have the energy to do anything. i tink i'm depressed, yet i'm not. blahs.


i feel so lost can. i duno wad to do tmr. ever since sch started, i've either been at sam's place or out with him every wednesday. but tmr i'll have NOTHING to do. how? how? how? i feel lost. =( monkey baffoon ass. hmpf. someone please tell me what to do~~


i duno wad to do anymore la. like, like, like... i totally duno anything anymore. i keep chanting "i feel sad" in sch almost every 15mins, so much so i tink everyone is thinking i'm crazy. wth, i need someone to guide my way now man. i'm like some random oxygen molecule colliding with some random nostril, going into it's lung.


what am i talking about? hehs, i duno.


aiya, i wana explode. bitch abt stuffs. ok, so here i go. not intending to make it readable, so random errors, i guess i wun even read thru this part. hahahas. i am so... i duno la. frustrated.


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if u get it, i salute you. cuz i dont get it myself. hahahahahs. =X


in any case, i think i'm better. not too sure, but ytd's cry was a big relief to my stupid heart. =D duno y i cried, worse ting is, duno y i called sam and cried. -.- even worse, duno how i feel aslp on the phone though they were toking so loudly.


why did i even call him? i seriously duno.


i duno alot of stuffs these days. omg~ i'm losing my memory. i tink i would be better. imagine one day, i wake up in hospital, not knowing ANYONE. wow, then i'll go "huh? WHO ARE YOU?!!" probably i wont be afraid of tings i used to be scared of.


then i'll be some study kia and top my modules and cca. i wont go online cuz i dun remember my password, and i'll be practising violin all day long. make new friends and get over the fear of ELEVATORS. oh did i meantion, i'm like super scared of lifts.


mayb i'll be some perfect housewive and cook food that taste like heaven. and i wont remember any releationships i had b4 so i cant compare my new bf with anyone. i'll be this tootsie idiot who doesnt know what the fuck is orchard road.


if only....


blahhs, i still feel lost.....



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