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Thursday, October 14, 2010

  Today is really an eff-ed up day. I'm getting pissed. Firstly, when I was at the bus stop, planning on what to do for sectionals, " DING " Sectionals cannot be carried out. Because of farewell assembly. Ok. Makes plans of the rest of the day because I was planning to stay at school the whole day.
  When I reach the inter change, I saw 851 and I ran. Ran like crazy. In the end, when I was at the door, it closed. I stood there for at least 15 seconds. Staring at the driver. You know what is the most pissing part? The driver was staring back at me before he drove off... I was like... Fuck.
  Damn lah. Fancy me getting pissed over little things. Why am I feeling so easily pissed? Sigh...

@ 9:29 PM




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Footprints on my heart.

Trumpeter

Hi , my name is J-O-E-L.
I love eating Music ( especially symphonies! )
Trumpetering is a must.
I love to touch and kiss her ( My trumpet ).
I love you!
Each and everyone!

Dreams

Pursue a profession in trumpeting
Solo concert
Do better in studies ( genuinely )
Marry Her
Stay happy and world peace!

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