a dish called LOVE

We're living in this century and you know what's common besides facebook, friendster, msn is to blog.
Well you might not own one but hey, BLOG do exist in blogspot, livejournal, wordpress, 163.com, wretch.cc, cyworld.com(Korea/China/USA/Taiwan). To put it simple, it exists almost everywhere let alone here in SINGAPORE.
Okay crap, you people know what's going on and to which I'm referring here.

So I wondered if any had been to my blog to check out if I've ever posted about the incident last tuesday(if you've forgotten let me enlighten you then - Tuesday 9th June 2009 (Afternoon) , level 3 above north canteen) Maybe not that you've checked out here (Duh not that I expected my blog to be visited but stalkers do exists -.-).
Whatever the answer was, leave it to yourself thanks.

Let me tell you, if you hated me for shouting at the whole class well then suits you because I'm fine and cool with it.
But if no one were to be louder than the rest the message will never get across and eventually the message didn't even get into your heads la.

For whatever you'll have typed in email one after another and forwarding to us, your content is only worth bitching(to me) and the rest is just pure scanning because whatever you typed down isn't gonna undo the past let alone feeling guilty conscious/remorseful and in hope of changing groups in the way we preferred. I shall not talked about 'feelings' as much as you did because how could one understand one's own feelings when they're not even close, well.. how close can we be when we're just only "Hi-bye-ing" when we see each other. You explained about how you felt secured with your two other friends, sorry but I wouldn't read much into it because in the first place you'll didn't consider "our feelings" (btw I thought that sounds childish -.- so full-stop)

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Above incident ended.
& if you expected me not to join your group during skills practice then well I'm sorry because I'll still be there to observe, 'cause you know I'm also aiming for a pass like how you'll aim for one too. You might be good at it but you're not always correct but I know when to pick up things along the way so don't think that just because I've been bitching about it doesn't mean I should be guilty enough not to aim for my own pass.