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Une fille comme moi
Je t'aime plus que hier, moins que demain ♥
Welcome to the blog of a 17yearoldgirl, where she posts her mindless musings and ramifications.
This is extremely private;
cos this is where she dreams, sleeps and cries.
She lives. 		"We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences.
but our innocence goes awfully deep,
and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all,
and our horrid inner secret is that
we don’t care that we don’t."
give it up
Saturday, April 29, 2006, 5:23 PM
u noe how sometimes when u really detest a person n den wadeva dat person do u oso pick at it?? u noe how sometimes ppl can find glee in saying mean gossips about others? well i guess dat's how everything is. one man's pain is the nex man's pleasure. one man's trash is e nex man's treasure. from the start of pri sch, we haf been robbed of our innocency. here's wad mothers teach us: dun let ur frenz copy ur hw answers!! here's wad happened 2 mi in P1: met a old teacher wif old teaching methods of which consists of spanking students whenever they made a tiny mistake. here's wad happened 2 mi in P3: met a bitchy gal who fake tears in front of relief teachers whenever possible cos all e gals ignore her cos she's so bitchy. mi n e rest of all my galfrenz teamed 2gether 2 ignore n we often ask 2 b excused for toliet breaks n "meet up" in e toliets 2 talk about dat gal. mi n my other best fren wanted 2 get in our sch's aviary where a lot of parrots, chickens n pigeons r kept. we sneaked a look at the password n tried 2 open e cage when e sch janitor's not lookin. den we discovered dat we had too little strength to open e aviary door. P6: had e best time ever wif my class includin e guys. everyone was jus e way they were. we all got along very well. not lyk now, if u place sb nex sb 2 seat in class it will get awkward. back den we were jus comfortable seating wif anyone. n there were no cliques---we all jus sat at one long table during lunch. i really missed dat.

so now as i went into sec sch, all my baby innocence's gone. i met cliques. i met bitches. i met backstabbers. not jus in my class!! it's all over e sch. n now i have summarised one sentence on how to cope all these: ignorance is bliss. when sb backstab u, it's best not 2 noe n it's best not 2 rmbr n it's best not 2 tink about it AT ALL. when sb backstab u, jus dun mind about it n dun take it to heart. it's difficult but it works. n dat's life. it's hard 2 live wif.

plus now i'm not sure wad i'm going thru. adolescence? cos my parents turned from being my "frenz" in pri sch to now being "the most annoying ppl in e world". 2dae we had another full hse shoutin rally. it seems so hysterical!! we jus dun seem to haf normal conversations anymore. whenever they sae sth, it was either lame or an order or telling mi wad 2 do nex. it's hell. i guess i jus hafta live wif it. give it up. who said life was easy? here's e lyrics of a rap song i composed:

All that fakeness
jus one quick walk down on the street
u'll see these gals actin like celebrities
jus fake Barbies with e same fake clothes
all talkin n walkin in e same fake mode
as if e street is a fashion show.
wearing mini-skirts n touching up make-up
every few mins n drinking coffee in cups,
living their life with e same code of conduct
it drives mi crazi 2 see them there
tryin 2 act like they dont care
flauntin off in front of all those bois
i wonder wad more dey got in their life

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i guess
that all that's in their world
is makeup bois n tryin 2 act like innocent little gals.
i tink
they jus dun realize
there's much more to life
than all that fakeness there.

they wear a mask daily b4 they go 2 sch
they tink smokin n drinking is jus so cool.
they say: "heck, we're only young once"
and damnit they're rite,
but they're jus partyin all nite
and thrwoing away their lives
they need dat one moment of pleasure
but after pleasure comes anger
for e guys got them pregnant
n left them liddat
just threw them away like a dirty old mat.

CHORUS

it's there, their future should b bright.
it should b full of hope n faith n light.
but wad's there is a big black hole
starin at them, make them feel so cold.
it's there, rite b4 their eyes
but they dun see it, dey dun realize.
they try to ignore n dey try 2 run
but dey cant outrun reality
cos they're jus lying themselves, foolin it
dey need their popularity.
they to wear those clothes
otherwise they're be outcasts
in this freakin high sch.

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