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I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
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Science fair or sad fair
This morning, we had a science fair competiton. I've been lookin fwd towards this fair and was going all the way out to win (it wasn't bcus of the prize). To be honest, it was really pride and fame that i really want from this fair...that's if we ever win. So much for ma "interest" in science.
I was preety arrogrant and confident of maself and d presentation tingy for the fair. I'm such a barsted!I didn't tot of ppl's feelings during the fair and it was just ME MYSELF AND I!!! To a certain extand I was actuali "bitching" (o migosh, i'm actuali usin dat word on myself)
I screwed up during the persentation to the judge, ms leong. Boy am i damn lousy (that's when ma ego n conffidence start to drop)....after she left i jus couldn't be bothered anymor....even if we win the prize, it doesn't surve any purpose or importance to me anymore. Why? the simple fact that i didn't play my part as a buddy and a member of the team well makes all the winning a lousy thing. Another "plus" point to it, i did not enjoy maself as much as i have expected. All i ever tot of was jus to win....
In a way i hated maself durin the fair....is like there's anotha me in me...the more selfish me(not dat i'm not a selfish person normally) the more power crazy, fame searching that kind of me....i feel like an animal....
what's d point of winning when i let my moral values go....