bak frm jogging. din jog the whole BP. juz jogged arnd 3/5 rnd. din feel lyk jogging. on the other hand, i haf to jog. been wnting to do it on sat n sun but slpt thru. so 2dae, can wake up; go jogging lahh.

bsides, sumth is bothering me... been thinkin abt it all nite ytd. all i can ever do is sigh... useless. all it can do is attract small attention n wht do i wnt attention for? attention is lame shit. nahh.. nt tht, attracting attention is lame shit. ppl'll think u acting cool. act cute n stuff. i dun lyk tht. sometimes, i accidentally do it lah. sry. its juz me. or my ego? dno but i dun do it all the time.

damn lah. 2 shits [not me] tried to demoralise me ytd. i noe they r juz telling the truth but cmon. call urselves frens.. somemore u guyz r shits. wtf.
put n i were talking in sch ytd. we were very bored. we saw the trackers having their lunch. thn i said i felt lyk doing some athletics whn i saw them.

put: go to mr siva tell him u wnt to join the sprinting team arh. onli gt syamim, timothy n tug mun.
me: hehh.. nvm lah..
put: go challenge justin.
me: ?
put: challenge sprinting wif him i oso can win~
me: haha` yalah.
put: but long distance~... sial ah.. cnot take.
me: ya. nvm. see lahh next yr. i beat him ahh.
put: later next yr u improve, he oso improve. cnot beat him one.
me: juz see lahh.. can one.
put: u dis yr 2.4 how fast? 10. he? 8. thn next yr, u can improve mostly by 1 min. thn next yr, he oso improve by one min; get 7. how to beat one.
me: .................................

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ouch. seems lyk u dun noe me well enuff tho ur one of those hu r supposed to. goddamnit. dun make me drop my subjects n train evryday. tht is the last thing i'll ever do. i know my priorities.

another shit. dale. haizz... i talked abt tht 15 yr old guy doing his 1st few backlflips to u nt bcoz i wnt a negative feedback. cmon man. u noe how much it hurts me whn u say sucha thing. or u dun...

me: man.. watching dis guy achieve his first few backflips makes me wna follow suit
dale: cmon, this guy has probably trained. we didn't even wanted to try till recently.

thts whr ur wrong dude. we? no. its u. i've been wnting to achieve the backflip since last yr. almost exactly a yr. n even trained for it.

me: nt recently lor cmon. wht do u tink ive been training for? since last yr; always go jogging, do dis do tht.
dale: dood. relax. they train since god knows when and to do a bloody backflip, it must have been intensive.
me: urgh. whtever.

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well thz.

i wld lyk to thk both of my dudes here for making me realising the truth. yah. im nt being sarcastic. i may sound lyk it but no. n too bad u guyz wasted ur salivary amylase n ur breath cuz i aint listening.

n fucking damn, mom! i noe u dun realise im in pain here but cmon! gimme a break! dun let me talk bak! i hate it!

mom: ask for money clever arh but whn talking...

u noe, i cld haf smashed dis computer screen n get electrocuted to death n u nd nt worry to care for a fucked up spoiled son. u always make me talk bak. r u doing it purposely or is God trying to test my patience?? oh God... pls dun use my mom. use my frenz instead. oh wait.. U already haf... my two dudes thr. ohh... hmm.. but dun use my parents, bros n granny pls. it hurts me to hurt them.

thts it damnit. im gna shower n go to skool. i hate to stay hme whn u r arnd.

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