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The story of my love life. No one would probably read this.. but heh.. let's go. When my family moved to the place I'm currently living in, I immediately made friends in my neighborhood. One of them is this boy who coincidentally have the same religion as I have. (My country is inhabited by Catholics.. but me and that guy friend weren't, among my neighborhood friends.) When our other friends knew about it, they kept on teasing me about him and of course, since I w as a shy person before, I didn't fight back. Time passed, and I forgot about my friends. I didn't play with them anymore, I don't know their names, and most especially.. I don't know the reason why we AREN'T friends anymore. Early 2009, summer. I have been going to doctrines. A week after I started.. One night, while I was dressing up myself, my mom called me. I ran downstairs to see what's up. I looked at the living room and I saw a boy was with my dad. I asked who he was. My dad ...

..that I really hate the most? Last week! I hate it! There wasn't anything that was good about it! (Except for the fact that I had my hair rebonded :> One whole week of being scolded! I'm too lazy to write much here so yeah D: Well, uh, we have our periodical test next week, then our SEM-BREAK. :> I hope my sister will have our vacation here, teehee <3 Serious love problems like maigash? I'm still having this funny feeling again whenever I see him, and I always check his facebook profile. I MEAN WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! Well, anyhoooow, I wish the next few days will be better than the past few ones.

This weekend, I've been having weird untranslated emotions that I discuss with my conscience. I don't know why. It's just that I feel melancholic in every way. Also, relatives from Canada are having a vacation here for a month. I've been reading manga for a while, since there's still so much time before I could finish off with my report for Biology. :) Well, nonetheless, I have nothing much to say. I still don't know why I can't see the status of this blog I keep on writing on. Weird. Oh, by the way. The other day, I stabbed my seatmate with my 0.2 pen. Why? He kicked my things just because I didn't give him Skittles during class hours.  I dislike him, at some times. I told my sister the story and she wrote a letter regarding my seatmate's transfer to a seat which is far from mine.  Well, eh. Yeah. That's all. Toodles.