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Friday, January 18, 2008 @ 4:46 AM
I will say this again, this week has also been absolute chaos. And to add to everyone's troubles, the article in The New Paper about the supposed ' IJ Girl ' who.....yeah, i won't repeat what she did. It has caused quite a stir among the IJ community. No wonder on Thursday morning, on my way to school, this Balestier Hill Secondary School guy was reading The New Paper and staring at me and the other IJ Girl at the bus stop. Now i know why. Number one scandal of the year.

Nothing's definite right now, we don't even know if this girl is really from IJTP or rather, is she an IJ Girl at all? But of course, everybody's pushing the blame onto IJTP already. "It's IJTP, obviously it's IJTP'.

I don't know why, but i'm am absolutely 100% sure that this girl is NOT from IJTP. Don't ask me why, it's just a hunch.I just don't know why,at CHIJMES we had to receive an unpleasant comment, and this comes along. When is trouble ever going to stop for us? Last year was that Singapore A-Z thing, and now this. Bloody hell.

Anyway, on a lighter note, today was quite a fun day, especially during Physics itself. Mr Ng tripped over a stool, and according to Man Wah , he said ' Sh*t ' . Wahahaha. Erm, actually i was the one who put the stool there, (oops) during Geography presentation when we needed the space. But , eh, none of the other teachers tripped over it! Ahaha. Right, sorry, but he could have opened his eyes what!

All right, that's it for now . I like this song by The Corrs. Enjoy (:

I'm not looking for someone to talk to
I've got my friends,
I'm more than okay
I've got more than a girl could wish for
I live my dreams, but it's not all they say

Still I believe
(I'm missing...)
I'm missing something real
I need someone who releases me

(Don't want to wake...)
Don't want to wake up alone anymore
Still believing you'll walk through my door
All I need is to know it's for sure
Then I'll give all the love in the world

I've often wondered if love's an illusion
Just to get you through the loneliest days
I can't critisise it,
I had no hesitations
My imagination just stole me away

Still I believe
(I'm missing...)
I'm missing something real
I need someone who releases me

(Don't want to wake...)
Don't want to wake up alone anymore
Still believeing you'll walk through my door
All I need is to know it's for sure
Then I'll give all the love in the world


Love's for a lifetime
Not for a moment
So happy, don't throw it away
I'm only human
And that's brought colder
With noone to love me that way
I need someone who releases me

(Don't want to wake...)
Don't want to wake up alone anymore
Still believing you'll walk through my door
You'll reach for me and I'll know it's for sure
Then I'll give all the love in the world

All the Love in the World, The Corrs