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Wednesday, August 26, 2009, 10:31 PM
La la la, la la la la

I know your kind of girl
You only care about one thing
Who you've seen, or where you've been
Who's got money

I see that look in your eyes
It tells a million lies
But deep inside, I know why
You're talking to him

I know what you're all about
I really hope he figures it out

[Chorus]
She's one of those girls
They're nothing but trouble
Just one look and now you're seeing double
Before you know it she'll be gone
Off to the next one
She's so good that you won't see it coming
She'll take you for a ride and you'll be left with nothing
You'll be broken, she'll be gone
Off to the next one

Oh oh oh
Off to the next one
Oh oh yeah yeah oh oh

She's gonna be the end of you
At least that's what they say
It's been a while
You're in denial
And now it's too late
The way she looks makes you high
All the warning signs
Cause her blond hair, her blue eyes
Makes you wanna die

I know what she's all about
I really hope you figure it out

[Chorus]

You know it's a game, you know it's a game
She keeps playing around with your head, playing around with your head
She's so insane, so insane
She's the one to blame, she's the one to blame

[Chorus]

Oh oh oh
Off to the next one
Oh oh yeah yeah
Off to the next one

Have you ever stapled your thumb before? If not, you should really try it. I did it in P1 and it didn't even hurt. OK, maybe a bit, but not that much. And OK, maybe I was a bit weird in P1 and was fascinated when I saw some guy staple his thumb (accident) and so I wanted to try it too (intentional). It's not my fault, just to get things straight.
It's amazing how I can write better in Geog than at home. I can barely get one word out at home while I just go off and write 5 sub paragraphs in 40 minutes of Geog.
Uhm, great, level talk and sing-a-long tomorrow. Maybe this time Gen can finally get what she wants and we'll have this talk where everyone will start crying and hopefully cry while singing. That'll be cool. I second the motion of having a talk where everyone cries. I hate sing-a-long. But at least there's no more combined footdrills. And if they take Gen's threat seriously, there won't be any more for a long, long time. I don't know how loud she can scream, but, I'm willing to bet it's quite high-pitched and loud. Maybe we should rent Ming En for that purpose. Anyway.
I am running out of books. So some kind soul please bring some books for me to read, or something, because I just bought two new books today, which will be gone soon. And I was desperate enough to finish off 'The Secret Countess' because there was nothing left, and I would like to say that my mother didn't buy any books for me in vain. Unlike my sister. Ahem. She made my mum buy some books for her and in the end I was the one reading them while she went on to forget them.
I don't know why the guys in my tuition class were so shocked that I have an iPod. We were discussing technology and were supposed to name various forms of technology with us. So. But still. Don't I look like the type of person who listens to music. Come on. I have a life too you know. I feel like listening to Lily Allen's 'Fu*k You' again. I don't know why. Maybe I'm getting stressed, and to prevent myself from getting so stressed as to smoke, and disobey the octopus, I should start kicking Ming En because Alifish says it's the best stress-reliever ever. Or maybe I'll just gather up some more berries and toss them in.

Google 'Dr. Frankenstein's Island'. I was trying to find a book, couldn't remember the name. Thought it was Frankenstein, but it's not. Long story. Anyway, suffice to say I spent an hour sifting through the results for the book. Oh well. Google it, the, uhm, reviews for it were horrible. Ha.