story of a little girl

story of ZHANGXIMIAN on a BORING sunday

woke up,

cant go back to sleep anymore,

checked phone,

and i saw his sms:D

continued sms-ing.

went to brush teeth.

ate brunch.

listen to music.

ate icecream.

mum's back.

i did some chinese.

talked to feiying.

she is so kelian!

okay not siding anyone here but..

yeaa..

quite sad to see both of them quarrelling like that.

i mean like..

from good friends i can say,

to enemies??

not really but just like

cold war.

theres nothing i can help.

but feiying is DETERMIND to transfer school.

PLEASE DONT!

your ahmah here will miss you BADLY.

REAL BAD.

you are the source of laughter and yes.

EVERYONE will miss you.

so DONT EVER transfer school.

dont worry no matter what you still have ME!!

ME!

ME!

ZHANGXIMIAN!

feimian!

haha.

fei next time become vulgarity how hurh?

then it would be:

-fei, originated by ONGJIEYING.

haha.

alright.

just DONT.

and stoooopid feiying sms feichong instead of me.

HMPH.

suppose to study CME today.

but i saw the specimem paper,

or rather past years' papers,

WAAA.

SO EASY!

then i dint study lorr.

thenthen.

walked in and out of the room.

went to see the mooncake thing.

mum's making mooncake.

played tictactoe with him.

he lost.

he said.

and i said.

tada!

and he asked me to blog,

and i did!

TA-DA!

THE END!

nice??

hey.

you must blog also kay!

i dont care you man!

LONGLONGLONGLONGLONGLONGLONGLONG one.

BLEAH.