Okay. I've been grounded from going out of the house till China trip. So wasn't worth it to go RS. Even though the performances were awesome. Go Greg! Keep up the good name. I wanted to say Hi to Greg but confirmed he won't know me one. And then Murnira was like what the sheesh, so scared. -.- But oh well. He got second prize. SARA THANK YOUR FATHER FOR ME! ::D Okay I've been grounded and the scars, well, hurt (but some are so pretty I tell you). You don't need to know. I shall not stop believing that things will turn out for the better. Oh and dear dad, I think you're being such a sissy. I got over this morning's drama, but you haven't. Get over it already. Sheesh kebabs. I went to RS to see your face, looked out for you all night long and I didn't even get to talk to you. All I got was a darned good beating. Thanks to you.

Text me all you want. I won't reply. My phone got smashed. Literally. And I won't be talking to any of you for the coming two weeks. It's called the isolation method by my father. And being a good girl, like I haven't been the past few months, I shall listen to him this time. See ya all soon.

Now where's my Shinglee workbook? I wanna do maths.

Labels: grounded, phone, Rafflesian Spotlight, sissy

Okay. I've been grounded from going out of the house till China trip. So wasn't worth it to go RS. Even though the performances were awesome. Go Greg! Keep up the good name. I wanted to say Hi to Greg but confirmed he won't know me one. And then Murnira was like what the sheesh, so scared. -.- But oh well. He got second prize. SARA THANK YOUR FATHER FOR ME! ::D Okay I've been grounded and the scars, well, hurt (but some are so pretty I tell you). You don't need to know. I shall not stop believing that things will turn out for the better. Oh and dear dad, I think you're being such a sissy. I got over this morning's drama, but you haven't. Get over it already. Sheesh kebabs. I went to RS to see your face, looked out for you all night long and I didn't even get to talk to you. All I got was a darned good beating. Thanks to you.

Text me all you want. I won't reply. My phone got smashed. Literally. And I won't be talking to any of you for the coming two weeks. It's called the isolation method by my father. And being a good girl, like I haven't been the past few months, I shall listen to him this time. See ya all soon.

Now where's my Shinglee workbook? I wanna do maths.

Labels: grounded, phone, Rafflesian Spotlight, sissy