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xExodius - Dickson
Turning 14 at 27 November
SINGLE and UNAVAILABLE
SAGGITARIUS
Once a Northlander but now in AISS
Studying in the lovable class, the CLASS OF WINNERS, 2E3!
Music-addiction and currently in BAND.
A current flautist and a pianist[beginner]

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Music
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Friends

.:Wishes.

A new handphone
A new wallet
My own laptop or computer
My own personal flute
A grand piano
Growing taller
Good grades for my examinations
Silver/Gold for SYF
Freedom
A earpiece of my own
A new bag for my school(A better one please!)
New clothings and a pencilbox( increasing (: )

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LOVABLE 2E3!
AI Band

Class


Ash
Brandon
Brian
Cynthia
Dan Feng
Fatin
Hui Ying
Lynelle
Wan Yun
Xinpeng
Yanfang
Yilin

Band & Alumnis


Dzakiyyah
Faiezah
Firdaus
Hazzry
Haikal
Jingyi
Junyang
Lisa
Shahirah
Shi Ting
Xiao Qi

Others


Jasmine
Jackson
Junwei
Kimberley
Kityin
Sharon

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Saturday, February 21, 2009

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Tears never comes out from my eyes, whenever I am sad.. This thing is torturing me badly. I could not sleep properly, concentrate in school properly, I can't even think well.. I am going crazy..

School rather sucked lately. No laughters. The progress of me becoming emo is kind of progressing a little well.

Band was rather okay though. But Friday, after Mr. Poh went off, we were supposed to go for sectionals.. Clarinets and Flutes/Oboe practised hard, what came back? A effing punishment FOR NO REASON, just because the other people slacked. Well whatever, band is a band, one for all, all for one.

But this is a little bit too much, I went pass Syazana twice when we were running 5 rounds, she came back after like 4 seconds after Rasyid, Haikal and I finished. She answered she ran 5 rounds?! Is that what we call, bullshit? Somemore give bad attitude.. Drum Major somemore.. Just because your bad mood, you could vent it all on us? C'mon Majors, I know you people are trying to keep us up, I bet the whole band appreciates it, you said we don't respect you, I do, a lot, but do you ever respect us whenever you are at your bad mood?

Another thing, do you have something like an eyes to see through walls? Whenever we practise finish, and we finally could take a break, you will just come and say we are slacking. Is that COINCIDENCE, or is it a PLAN? No one ever panics, because it's all "part of the plan". Why do EVERYONE just vent their anger on people nearby just because of their bad mood? I don't do that, I don't even tell people to shut up when people talk to me when I'm in bad mood.

Okay, I do, but that's when it's class time, or CCA time, it's obvious, too noisy, how do teacher or conductors even talk? Why not let you do the talking?

I finally got my own room, my bunk bed was amazing, the mattress too, the study table too. But the room is only myself in it.. The murder show that influenced me back at primary 3-4, made me afraid of dark, being alone.. I don't dare to sleep alone in the dark, that's x2. I'm afraid.. I didn't go for the cruise for band.. Nothing much I guess.. I'll try my best to sleep at my bed..

Goodbye :) *poof*


Its a sin that I could not deny.
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