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Baby, don't say goodbye.

about me.
There's only one word to describe me.
Name: Shawn/Randy/Tatsuya
School:Singapore Polytechnic
Age: 17
Birthday: 14th May 1993

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Saturday, July 12, 2008 { 7:11 PM }

Wad have i done to my class? The guys all lyk dun wanna care bout me, FINE. I can live with that, Other ppl from other class treat me so much better you noe? It's lyk, i'm not from their class, and they treat me more as a fren. No matter how hard i try to help everyone, ack as their fren, they just dun really seem to bother. Just see wad they do? Come my cbox to rubbish, say wad i must change myself? Change for wad? Haven't i been nice enough? I helped Gireesh take his YTSS concert ticket, helped him pass it to him, told him the time and stuff. And he treats me lyk this. Grateful eh? ... Seriously, and YY, just loves propaganding to everyone that must be away from me. Why does it turn out this way? I dun wan answers le. I wanna get further away from them, so they will criticise me no more. Thy will not help anyone hu does not regard me as a fren anymore. It's not correct. I've tried to do wad i can to make myself a more likeable person in class. But, it never works. FINE. I've had enough. From where i saw on that day's soccer game, they never wanted me to play. Just that by making me defender, they could go up to attack more. Just seeing Xiuming tell Yanyi that they had to let me play cos i could def. It's a saddening sight. I'm an outcast amongst them. And they wanna make me feel worst. I've not done anything wrong, and they just wanna find things to criticise ppl. They all only come up to me when they need hlp, other than that, they are never nice to me.

It's just the simple fact why they all treat me like this. I'm not sad, but Disappointed. That i have no one i can really rely on or trust in this class. I'm not gonna have a true friend. Not in this class. And from the start of the year, i told myself i'm never going to settle here. I can't they all will not accept me. But i tried accommadating to what ever ppl made me do. And my end result, is this. When the class chalet no money, i dug out from my own pockets to pay first, and haven went to demand payment or anything. I dun really lyk my class no more. I never belonged there anyway. 3E3 is no longer a place where i have frens already. I'm not taking that class to be my close friends. Even if they wanna come find fault with me, write rubbish on my CBOX, i'm not bothering to reply le. I'll just tear it down or something. Or just make my blogg private. I'm at my limit.

It's not really my fault those ppl are so... Commentive. So, criticising and have many opinions on me, but it's never 100 percent my fault. I wun be as nice to them anymore.

I've lost hope in them, and will not get it back no more. They dun noe how to think in my shoes, dunno how i feel. They just wanna make fun of me, make me left out and dun bother about me.



So much for my happy ending.