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Date: Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Time: 2:59 PM

craps of the craps
I'm not fully recovered yet, it made me worry cause I got to present a speech on this thrusday for Public Speaking. What if I still have the voice of a toad? What if I failed to caught my audience attention but only turn out to be a laughing matter? gosh. I had done my speech outline and power point presentation slide show. Please bless me that everything will goes well on that day.

I am turning 17 in few days time. Got to say bye bye to my sweet sixteen.

17 I'm in Utar which I don't really enjoy. I don't like basically everything there.
On 16, I was still in my high school. I hated some of those fucked up teachers. But still I love my friends and was really happy that I will not get ditched. Thanks to my truly loyal friends. xoxo. 17, I couldn't skip class cause that idiot UTAR so gonna make me barred from exam if my attendance is less that 80%. on 16, skipping class is my habit and I enjoy doing it. Ignoring all those warning letter I got from school.
looking at the bright side...
I can go out more often compare to when I'm 16.
.... er
Tell me! what's the benefits being in UTAR on 17 when you dislike UTAR so much?

well well...
I start to like UTAR a little now. at least, I don't hate it as what I used to do.
Don't ask me why. I couldn't explain in just one sentence.

There's plenty of assignment to be complete. It seems to be never ending. Assignment plus the thought of piano exam which is round the corner make me suffocate. I need to sleep! sigh. and just right after I complaining bout the stress. There come the announcement bout mid-term exam. CRAPS. Can anyone pull me out of this hectic life? But well, buzy-ness keep me away from thinking too much and at the same time avoid me to have so many wonders. which indirectly stop me from being so damm emo.

I had been wondering why I couldn't click with most of those FRIENDS there. fuck. I thought I am terribly unreasonable. I thought I am the dirtiest one. I thought I am the most sensitive one. But hell no, there is people who much more unreasonable, much more dirtier, much more sensitive than me. & There's people that's real nice when I just get to know them. yeah, only NICE on the second I know them. Not any longer. wtf. Rapid changes. The weak one remains acts to be weak, getting others sympathy which make me wanna puke. One thing that amazed me is that people there has great acting skills. and also their ditching skills with perfect explanations.* applause* But well, no one is perfect I know I got to learn to accept those great acting skills of theirs. Those people might also see me as a sucker / weirdo too. That's life. We got to learn to accept * and elders always said, we got to see the good point in them*. S-O D-A-M-M T-R-U-E huh? I am now so called observing, hoping that I could somehow click with them.

Yesterday, the class rep announced the birthday of mine and another guy which both having birthday this week. The lecturer makes the whole class to sing for her. The feeling is just too great.

p/s - Test shown by a group of experts,
showing that we human afraid of public speaking more in compare to death.
Do you agree?

yours truly

Tzia Tzia a.k.a Cherlin.
Turns eighteen on this 4th of July.
An attest chocoloate indulger.
& a typical pink lover.
A certified romanticism, exceptionally dreamy and bubbly
Idolize Leah Dizon with an utmost hawt body, and Jaychou's fabulous songs.



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