School was okay today, those usual post-exam days. Sat at classes, stared at ceilings, talked craps, read books, laughed etc. Joy class was combined with Charity, we were supposed to be in Joy. Some of them ignored that though, they still slacked at Charity. I was in Joy too, talked craps with Yin, drew craps on the table with Queenie, Yinnie and SheelYaul. *laughs*
Anyway, this morning there's this really stupid tele-match. Senior 2 versus Senior 1. Games like arranging bricks, arranging chairs, walk with a ball and a balloon together, boys carrying girls in a basket, boys dragging girls sitting on a mat, and tug of war. Sorry, all the names were roughly translated from Malay. Except tug of war, the others doesn't even sound like a game. I was like... wtf. Can't they just do normal matches like volleyball / basketball / football / netball?
And then something probably gone wrong in that bitch's head. Faker. ( Choco must be protesting now. Roflmao. I don't care, i just wana insult her! )
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I witnessed his agony with my very own eyes.
And there's nothing for me to do.
All i wanted to do was to erase all his pain and take away his sufferings.
I can be the one who suffer. I don't care, as long as he's free from any torments.
Just not him. Not him, please.
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