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Friday, June 5, 2009 @ 7:13 AM
hongsheng's


i know that girl have sexy leg, don't keep staring lar^.^
HIHIHIHI,
TODAY HAD TO PERFORM FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT. I KNOW IT SUCKS RIGHT-.- AS IF I WANTED IT THIS WAY. SUCKER. WOKE UP LATE LAR. STUPID BROTHER DIDN'T WAKE ME UP. BASKET. SO REACH SCHOOL AROUND 7+. CHANGED TO COSTUME THAN BLAH, MAKE-UPS. NABEH. THEY TOTALLY MAKE ME POINT MY MIDDLE FINGER LAR. KNN. AND IT'S NOT ONCE BUT MANY. I FUCKING HATE MAKE-UPS LAR. DISGUSTING. SO THICK FOR SHIT. -.- THAN KEEP RUNNING AWAY LAR. FUCKER. BUT I LIKE ONE GIRL FROM SEC3 DE. I DON'T KNOW HER NAME LAR. BUT THAN SHE VERY GOOD. EVERYTIME HELP ME MAKE LIGHT LIGHT DE. (L) HER LAR. PERFORMANCE SUCKS. I WAS TOTALLY NERVOUS CAN. CAUSE MORNING WAS FOR SEC 1, 2, AND 3. AND YA KNOW, I KNOW MANY OF THEM. OR SHOULD I SAY MOST-.- FUCKSHIT. BEFORE UP ON STAGE. I TOTALLY FELT LIKE SHITING. LOLS, BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH. -'- OKAYS, SO IT STARTED. TOTALLY SHIVERING. AND HAD TO FORCE UP A FREAKIN' SMILE. LOLS. OKAYS, I FELT LIKE A RETARDED. UNTIL THE VERYVERY END. I FELT LIKE MY MOUTH CRAMPED. PAIN BODOH. SMILED TOO MUCH. SO WENT BACK TO DANCE STUDIO , CHANGED, REMOVE-ED MAKE-UPS, REST , FIND RYAN AND BLAH. THANKS HAZEL AND RYAN FOR THE PRESENT YEA. HAHAHAS, ESPECIALLY RYAN'S. THANKS BRO. ATE LUNCH, AND PLAYED IN THE DANCE STUDIO. BLAHBLAHBLAH, THAN 4+ OR 5+ ATE DINNER. THAN WENT TO MAKE-UP. CHANGED. THAN BLAH. PERFORM. THIS TIME, WASN'T THAT NERVOUS ALREADY. LOL, BUT THE AUDIENCE WERE SUPPORTIVE YEA. SMILESMILESMILE, DID A GOOD JOB, AND WALK BACK TO THE DANCE STUDIO. WALKED PAST THE DNT BLOCK. OHMYGOSH, I WAS FREAKIN' SCARED. HOLD CRYSTAL AND VALERIE SO DAMN TIGHTLY, CLOSED MY EYES HALF WAY THROUGH, THE LIGHTS ON. RELIEVED BUT SUDDENLY OFF-ED AGAIN! SCREAMED. WALKWALKWALK SUDDENLY SOMEONE SHOUTED, AND A BAT FLEW JUST RIGHT ABOVE. FRIGHTHEN LIKE MAD, NEARLY CRIED. SCREAMED. AND LAND FLAT ON FLOOR. SUPER SCARED. FUCKIN' BAT. HATE IT. BLAH, CHANGED THAN BLAH BLAH BLAH, THAN HOMED. NOW ACCOMPANYING BABY TO CHAT. OKAYS BYES.
P.S: THANKS TO THOSE THAT SAY THAT THE DANCE WAS NICE. (L)