this is so fucking frustrating.
my dad fucking mixed my notes and past year questions with thrash.
for those who are REALLY slow.
it fucking means.
he cleared MY fucking study table.
put everything into a big blue fucking plastic bag.
and added thrash from the fucking dustbin.
mix mix mix.
and wa la.
fucking notash.

If it was really messy, I can understand la.
but what the fuck la.
this time,
i really don't feel like picking it from the blue plastic bag.
Im just gonna photostat everything again.
OR
I'll pour everything onto the floor and pretend dono.
xD.
that sounds like a good idea. heh.

On friday, me and atie got stalked. xD , i kept forgetting to post about it. we were at the foyer, when atie suddenly asked me if is it her or is someone taking pictures of us. when i looked up, i saw this white phone camera that slid off from the edge real fast and left. pretty freaky huh? it aimed right down at us. Karma atie, karma. xD