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Monday, January 19, 2009 @ 8:40 PM

School today was okay laa. The funny thing was, I was never tired. Haizan was super noisy and made me laugh like alot alot. Had only 1 period of maths. I like! Haaah. School started off not so well today. Gaah. PW was super suckish. After school, stayed back in class to do the notice board. But if you go see now, there 's nothing done to it. Lawl. But we came up with interesting ideas. Staying back on Wednesday to do it. Went back around 3.30, reached home around 4. I got chocolates! Haha, thanks alot yea.

Besok have photo taking, like whattheheck laa. Pfft, have P.E somemore. Tomorrow also have match against PLMG, gaaah! But I don 't think coach will play me ah. Cause he wanted the positions played like th last game 's last two quarters. It doesn 't really matter to me if I play or don 't actually, cause I know it is fun, but there 's alot of pressure to do what coach wants and expects.

Ehhh!, You know what I realised? True friends need not be pretty or perfect or smart. All that matters is the heart. They 'll be there for you no matter how much you 've hurt them before. It doesn 't matter if people make fun of you hanging out with them. Cause they 're the one who 'll lend you a shoulder, give words that 'll cheer you up when you 're down. They 're much better than those who are 'perfect', cause most of the time, the so-called-perfects take advantage of you. The 'Plastic Friends'. So treasure the good ones and change the bad ones!