Introduction
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.
Blogging
this is reali gonna be a real short one...
public speaking is tmr and i'm reali so busted. i've not memorised ma text completely....i onli finish a quater!!! okay i have the reading cards so it isn't such a big prob...wat's nex....
my nose is leaking (flu)....i'm gonna have a paip bocor soon.this is reali not a gud time to have a paip bocor from the nose...imagine holding a box of tissue paper while u give ur speech...it looks so lame! imagine while u r tokin half way and u sneezed on the mike....that makes things worse...people will go like..."ewe u disgusting!" (hey i can't help it)
cheng just told me jus nw that she ain't comin tomorrow...thank u very much...rite timing to tell me that....if she's not comin i could imagine hw many of em will not be coming....this is real bad cus i reali need their support there. dis is ma first time and i noe dat if i wana impress ppl i reali need all the help i could get frm ma friens.i would rather have em not come on minggu bahasa den tmr....y la man....
nw i feel dat the tin is not important anymore....i look so pethatic by bin so eager to win dis lame comp....is not dat i would reali take me far. imagine all the work i could do if i din take this comp.i hate dis feelin man....
self-encouragement note (or self-pity):
u can do it lar(yea,wif all d keng competators)...dun tink like dat la...commited to join(y did i even do that) ms try ur best la...(i feel miserable)...jus go der and have some fun k...(as if i have nutin beta to do)