Friday, May 19, 2006 11:28 PM
hurt


asthma+heart attack now.. haix.. i'm disappointed. hurt. upset. failure. disabled. speechless. heart-wrenching. heart-breaking. it's gona put me down into my nt hyper mood again. and i reallie wana cry liaox.. i'm serious. i.. those words killed me. dead.

sec2: all of u add up together is not even as good as ma'am sarah i tink. next time we're definitely gonna be better leaders.

they/she said that. i mean. all our efforts in leadin the unit. and dey said we.. well. dey aimed to be better leaders. tt's good. [sec2s' blog sae nt them and sae the sec1 sabo them]
well. and that's even worse. i donoe. i mean our unit. such thing is happening. wad to do. i.. i'm so blank now. no matter hu said that. it was from our juniors. we put in effort to help bring up the unit. but it just happened that our juniors arent being supportive. i donoe. did we failed in leading the unit? no. i can proudly sae that. we brought it up. it may take time to go high high up. but i believe we accomplished our tasks.

ok. it may be hurting but. at least it could be a constructive comment. maybe we should reflect and think why did the junior(s) sae that. did we make any mistake smwhere and we didnt see to it? did we do anything wrong or handled anything wrongly? give it a serious thought. if it's a sec2, did we neglect them? did we show favouritism? were dey too stressed and culdnt handle certain pressure? wad happened?

i'd give it a thought. oh well. i'll go think abt it. i donoe. but it reallie affected me. rather greatly. cos.. i donoe. aniewae. i'd think about it and den.. go do my homework and den practise emaths sums. i feel like staying up tonight =( see lor. gdbye.. =) must still stay happie yingqi. we can do it=) we're a unit.


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