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Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
12:05 am	For Love Or For Dreams [Chapter 6] Going through his backpack and pockets, Chuck struggled to find his cell phone. Where the hell could I have placed it?! Stopping to think for a moment, he decided to head back to his room and search for it there. Agreeing to that thought, he zipped his backpack up again and walked out the doors of the university, and towards his vehicle. Starting the engine up, he drove back to the hostel. A few hundred meters away, in an Italian restaurant, Kathryn walked towards the person whom she was meeting. The man glanced up as he sensed a person walking towards him. The girl smiled at him, and he smiled back, just to be nice, even though she kind of freaked him out the other day. “Hey, Pete--, Pierre,” Kathryn greeted - quickly changing the name when she realized her mistake - as she took a sit opposite Pierre Bouvier. “Hey,” Pierre greeted back, nodding. “Okay, um… first off, I’m really sorry about yesterday. I was just… you know, in complete hysteria, because I mean, I haven’t seen you--, I mean, Peter Bourne in so many years, and I miss him so much and I--,” she started rambling but was cut off by the well-built man. “It’s okay. At least you’re not all over me now,” he smiled. That smile… I remember that smile. Okay, stop thinking. Pay attention. Kathryn smiled back. As Pierre drank his coffee, Kathryn took the chance to study him, every little inch of his being. He had a plain, white t-shirt on, that gripped onto him so nicely, you could see all the muscle on his chest and biceps. He must’ve worked out a lot. His hair, as usual was spiked up. Feeling the awkward silence around them, Kathryn finally spoke up. “So, um… I was wondering if I could… you know, make it up to you? Like maybe buy you dinner or something? You know, for the whole, oh-my-god-you’re-Peter-Bourne thing?” She tried so hard to sound casual, and she somehow, came up just fine. “Oh, you don’t have to,” Pierre smiled. “No, really. I’d love to buy you dinner,” Kathryn said, crossing her fingers beneath the table. Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes. “Um… well, if you wish to do so… okay then. Will… tomorrow be alright for you?” Pierre asked, putting his cup down on the table. “Yeah, I can make it,” she said. Yes! “Cool, I’ll pick you up at 6.30 in the evening, then?” Pierre said, glancing at his watch. “Sure, I’ll be ready. Um, I stay at the hostel where Chuck stays. You know where, right?” she asked, tucking a few strands of hair behind her hair. “Yep. Well, I got to go. See you tomorrow,” Pierre said, as he got up from his seat. “Okay, see ya’,” she replied, smiling. Inside, she was beaming. It’s working! “Ugh, where is it?!” Chuck shouted in frustration. He had rummaged through his entire room, and still could not see a glance of his cell phone. “It was here yesterday, where the hell could it have gone?” he heaved an exhausted sigh. After some thinking, an idea came into his head. Calling my cell phone will make it ring. I’ll just follow where the sound comes from. For an intellectual guy like him, he sure takes one hell of a time to solve his problems. “Jack? Jack, hey! JACK!” Chuck knocked onto one of his hotel mate’s door. After a few seconds, the door opened. “Yo, whaddup, C?” he said. “Yo, hey, listen. I need to borrow your cell,” Chuck said. “A’ight, just hold on a minute.” “Sure thing.” A few moments later, the African-American guy came back with a cell phone in hand. “Here. Y’know how to work it, don’t ‘cha?” he asked. Chuck simply nodded, and thank him before going back into his room. Inside, he dialed in his number and waited for it to ring. He tried listening ever so hardly, but he heard no sound. Little did he know that, in a few rooms away, his cell phone rang, playing a Foo Fighters song. Sighing whilst shaking his head, Pierre Bouvier got into his beat up Volvo and drove off to his girlfriend’s house. Sitting at the porch, Pierre spotted his girlfriend. He smiled. He parked his Volvo, and got down. His girlfriend stood up, and smiled. Admiring how beautiful she is, Pierre gave her a hug and a kiss on her lips. “Hey, sweetheart, how’re you?” Pierre asked, wrapping his arms around her waist as he guide her towards his car. “I’m fine as ever,” she smiled. Pierre opened the car door for her. “Please hop in, Miss Kist Sanders,” he said, sweetly. Kist gave him a peck and hopped into the car. Pierre closed the door and got into the driver’s seat. “Where to, m’lady?” Pierre asked, as he pulled out of the driveway. “Your choice,” she replied. Already expecting the answer, Pierre grinned, as he drove towards the beach which was quite near to Kist’s house. When they reached there, Kist gave him a ‘what are we doing here?’ look. “You’ll see,” he replied, short. He walked towards the back of the car, and opened the compartment. Inside, lay a picnic basket filled with food and a bottle of wine and a picnic mat. “Aw, you’re so sweet, y’know that?” Kist said, when she saw it. “I know, right?” He grinned. Both of them got the things out and looked for the perfect spot on the beach. Settling down under a tree, Pierre lay out the picnic mat, and placed the basket in the middle, as he took the food, plate, glass and the wine out. After churning all the food down, both of them lay arm in arm under the dark sky, admiring the stars. “You won’t ever cheat on me, right, Pierre?” Kist asked, breaking the silence. Without thinking, he replied no, and kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her even tighter, pulling her closer to him. And she was relieved to hear that.
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Monday, June 5th, 2006
11:58 pm	For Love Or For Dreams [Chapter 5] “Kat, Peter’s here!” Kathryn’s mother called out from the kitchen. Kathryn quickly got her backpack, checked her hair, and ran down the stairs. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she ran into the kitchen to kiss her mom goodbye. Her mom was baking cookies, as usual. “Bye, mom. Love you,” Kathryn called over her shoulder as she opened the front door. Stood outside with a skateboard in one arm and a black backpack draped over the other shoulder, was Peter. “Hey, Pete,” Kathryn greeted, giving him her best smile ever. “Hey, you,” Peter said as he turned around to face her. He gave her a kiss on her right cheek, and draped his arm over her shoulders. Kathryn closed the door, and both of them started down the road. “So, how are you this fine morning, Miss Tucker?” Peter asked sweetly, shifting his skateboard onto the other arm. “I’m good, thank you. And you, Mister Bourne?” Kathryn replied. “I’m cool,” Peter said trying to be hip-hoppish. Kathryn rolled her eyes at him, then laughed. The night was still. Everyone was already asleep. Of course they were. It was 4 in the morning. Okay, well. Not everyone. Kathryn Tucker was still awake, going over her super I-need-to-find-out-who’s-Pierre Mission. She checked her watch. 4.14AM. Slowly, she crept out of bed, and walked silently towards the door. Turning the doorknob open ever so carefully, she slipped out of her room and out to the dimly-lighted hallway. She tip-toed down the hallway. At the door of the room where the mission really starts, she turned the doorknob and waited for the ‘click’ it would make. They continued walking down the road. Kathryn didn’t even notice Peter took his arm off her shoulders as she was so absorbed in her own thoughts – God knows what she was thinking about. “So, how did you um… like the um… kiss?” Peter asked, breaking her thoughts. “Huh? Oh… um…,” Kathryn hesitated. She turned to look at Peter and she could’ve sworn she saw him blushing. At the sight of that, she burst out laughing. Peter looked at her as if she was crazy. “What are you laughing at? Was it that bad?” He asked, nervously. Kathryn kept laughing, whilst pointing at his face. Peter blushed even more. “Seriously, Pete, I loved it,” Kathryn smiled – finally – after calming down. Heaving a sigh of relief, he grinned at her. She grinned back, planting a peck on his cheek. Kathryn grabbed the device she needed, crept out of the room, and silently walked back to her room. Sitting on her bed, smiling at herself, she typed away. “Miss Jennings, what is law?” Professor Millen asked, giving her a stern eye. There’s something about his eyes that makes everyone who laid eyes on him go “oh-my-god-let’s-get-out-of-his-way”. Theresa Jennings kept quiet. The professor sighed. “Can anybody at all, give me the meaning of law?” he asked the whole class, resting his body weight onto a student’s table. Herold Weiner lifted his arm up. “Yes, Mister Weiner, you may speak,” the professor said, nodding at the student. “Law is the um…,” Weiner started, as he shifted his big round spectacles, “Law, is a rule, in a society…,” he paused, finding the right words, “or a state, to protect the human rights from being taken advantage of,” he curled his last words into a question statement. “Yes, that is true. You see, students, to be a good lawyer, you must always keep that statement of the meaning of law in your mind. If not, even if you get a damn PhD in law, you’re not considered a true lawyer,” the professor spoke. “As for today, I want you to read page one hundred and thirty five to page one hundred and sixty. I will ask questions before I begin the class on Wednesday. Class is dismissed,” Professor Millen said, as he packed his bag. The students in the class got up from their seats and walked out of the classroom, with faint whispering amongst them. “Chuck, don’t wait up for me for lunch. I’m meeting a friend of mine,” Kathryn called over her shoulder as she ran past through a crowd of students in the hallway. “What?! Oh, okay,” Chuck said, merely to himself. Kathryn ran towards her bicycle parked under a tree, and cycled to an Italian restaurant. Over there, she got down from her bike, and checked her hair and make up through her reflection on the window. Pleased with her appearance, she walked into the restaurant. Walking towards the person sitting at a table by the window, Phase 2 of her mission officially, begins.
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Tuesday, April 18th, 2006
6:24 pm	For Love or For Dreams [Chapter 4] Peter. The name kept ringing in Chuck’s head as he walked towards his room. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he could hear the loud chatters of the other students in the living room, probably going on about some gossips. He took two steps at a time, going twice as fast up the stairs. Who is this Peter? Why did Kathryn called Pierre, Peter? He walked pass the first room. “Then what about the case Texas vs. Niche?” A girl said. “Yes, look up on that case too, there might be some relevant details that could be used in our case,” a guy’s voice replied. Obviously, students from the law school discussing about their latest assignment. Chuck carried on walking through the hallway. He passed the third room. “Oh. My. God. Did you see how hot he is?!” A girl shrieked to what seemed like at the top of her lungs. “Oh my gosh, yes, I did! My god, I could just like so totally stare at him the whole day,” another girl cried doing a Laguna Beach girls impersonation. He shook his head. What are they, in high school or something? Chuck never understood these type of girls. He continued walking until he reached the sixth room. Kathryn’s room. Silence. Not even the sound of weeping could be heard. Chuck had the urge to knock on her door and just go into her room. But he decided to drop that. He walked to his room, the last one down the hallway – which is also the one two rooms away from Kathryn’s. He turned the doorknob and opened the door. A wave of loneliness swept past him. He knew he’d be alone throughout daytime, till late evening. He walked into his room, dropped his keys and wallet on his study table and went straight towards the bathroom. Once in there, he turned on the tap, letting the water flow freely. He cupped some water with both his hands and splashed it on his face. Turning off the tap, he grabbed a face towel and wiped his face dry. Then he walked out of the room and into the loneliness of his room. He lay on bed trying to recapture the scene that was unexpected at the skating rink earlier that day. Kathryn wept silently into the softness of her pillow. When she finally heard the door to Chuck’s room open and close, she took the pillow from her face and threw it onto the floor. She had always trained herself to listen to Chuck’s door’s movement. Open. Close. Open. Close. Well, of course there was the help of the loud creaking sound of his door. Kathryn cried out loud. She still couldn’t accept the fact that Peter Bourne was dead, after all these years. What more, with the sight of him at the skating rink an hour ago? And it was really him. A man, with flesh and hair, and soft brown eyes. A real life man. Not a ghost or some dead zombie, no. It was really a human being. So how could Peter Bourne be dead? Kathryn knew she had to find out the truth to prove that Peter – who claimed himself as Pierre – is really, well, Peter Bourne, her first real boyfriend from junior high. And there was an idea that popped into Kathryn’s head. A good one too, if all works out well. And she planned to do it tonight, when all coasts is clear. Tomorrow, she’ll start everything right from the beginning, and she knew she was going to succeed. Well, she hoped so.
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Friday, April 7th, 2006
5:56 pm	For Love or For Dreams [Chapter 3] Author's note: In order to please Mister Kister - also known as Kisty or Kist - I hereby grant her wish, and I will dedicated this entire fan-fiction to her. The reason why she is so fussy about is this: It is because the name of the main character in this fic, Kathryn, starts with a capital "K" and so does the name of Mister Kister - Kist. Therefore, she thinks that there is a motive behind the name I gave my main character. Talk about "perasan". * * * * * Kathryn lost track of time for what seems like forever. It’s him. It had to be him. His young boy face was still there, grinning away while he skated with his friends. “Kat? Are you okay?” Chuck asked. No answer. “Kat??” Chuck said a little louder, shaking her shoulders. Kathryn finally responded, but it wasn’t towards Chuck. She took off her skates and threw it on the floor. With only her socks on, she glided towards a man. When she got hold of him, she wanted to explode inside. It’s him! “Whoa. Wait, wait, miss. What are you doing?” The man in a black shirt asked. “Peter?” Kathryn asked. “What?” the man asked, bewildered. “Peter, don’t you remember me? I’m Kathryn!” She exclaimed, tears starting to well up her bright hazel eyes. Just then, Chuck came skating towards them when he heard Kathryn’s conversation with the man. “Kat, are you okay? He… he’s not Peter. He’s Pierre. Have you got the wrong person?” Chuck asked, holding her arm. “No! He’s Peter! Peter, don’t you remember me?? All the time we spent together? Have you forgotten everything?” Kathryn asked. She was in hysteria. “Miss, Miss! I’m not the person whom you’re talking about! I’m not Peter. I’m Pierre Bouvier,” Pierre explained, trying to get Kathryn’s hands off of him. Except he said it like it was ‘Pee-yer Boo-vee-ae’. “No… no, you can’t be. You’re Peter,” she shook her head frantically. “I… I know you are!” Kathryn said, staring straight into his eyes. Yes, his eyes were staring back at hers, but it was of complete utter confusion. “Kat, let go,” Chuck said, helping Pierre to get her hands off him. “I… I think we better go,” Pierre said, skating towards a group of four guys when he got loose from Kathryn’s grip. “PETER! PETER, DON’T YOU REMEMBER ME?! PETER!!” Kathryn yelled out, trying to get loose from Chuck who was struggling to hold her. Pierre shook his head and skated off the rink. “PETER!!!” Kathryn cried, tears falling down both her cheeks. She cried even harder as she slid down until she was sitting on the ice. “Peter…,” she said in between sobs. Chuck squatted down next to her. “Kat, c’mon, let’s go back to the hostel,” he said in a gentle way. She nodded obediently. He helped her up and they both got into Chuck’s car. The whole ride, no one spoke a word. Kathryn just stared out the window, looking at the buildings that passed by. Her mind was blank. How come ‘Peter’ did not recognize her? What had happened to him after all these years? As far as she was concerned, Peter’s parents told her he died of brain tumor. The last time she set eyes on him was when he was unconscious. After that, she never heard news about him. Not even a single word. Not until Peter’s parents told him about his death. She cried for days and then weeks. She couldn’t eat, she didn’t go to school. She was always in her room, staring at Peter’s picture. The picture where he was smiling back at her. She wished the picture was real. If only it was real. “Kathryn, we’re here,” Chuck said, as he put his hand on hers. She startled a little bit, then gave a small smile to him. He smiled back, then they both got out of the car. “I’m going to be in my room,” she said, without looking at him. She walked in a fast pace towards the hostel. “Are you going to be okay, Kat?” Chuck called out. “Yes, I’m fine, Chuck,” she replied, opening the door and running straight up to her room. She slammed the door behind her, and crashed down onto the floor, leaning her back against the wooden door. She cried her heart out, letting her tears flow freely. All the memories of herself and Peter rushed back into her mind. The Bourne family just moved in next door. Kathryn’s family went over to their house to visit them and to make friends. When Mrs. Bourne opened the door, she greeted Kathryn’s family with a big smile. She invited them in, and they chatted for couple of hours in the living room. That was when Kathryn first had her eyes on Peter Bourne. He was scolded by his parents for not greeting their new neighbours. Kathryn couldn’t help but smile at the thought. She loved the part when Peter’s face was so red for getting scolded in front of guests. “Peter! You’re stepping on my foot!” Kathryn whispered while giggling as they were hiding in the closet of Kathryn’s parents’ room. They were planning on pulling a prank on her parents as it was April Fool’s Day. Not knowing there was a can of insecticides lying in the closet, Peter stepped onto it and fell right on top of Kathryn. “Ouch! PETER!” Kathryn laughed. “Sorry!” Peter whispered. He pushed himself up, but failed when Kathryn pulled him down again. She kissed him gently on the lips. At that was how they got their first kiss. In a dark closet. Kathryn traced her lips with her finger, thinking back the feeling of her first kiss. If only she could turn back time, she wouldn’t be so miserable now…
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Saturday, March 18th, 2006
2:04 am	For Love Or For Dreams [Chapter 2] After the rather short class from Professor Millen, both Kathryn and Chuck cycled to Chuck’s favourite restaurant. A pizza restaurant. They parked their bicycles at the empty space and went into the shop. “Ei, Monsieur Comeau! Que voulez-vous manger aujourd'hui ?” the shopkeeper asked, which meant “What do you want to eat today?” Chuck turned to face the man and smiled. “Le repas habituel. For two, monsieur,” he said. “The usual meal?” Kathryn asked. “What’s the usual meal?” Again, Chuck turned, but now to face Kathryn. He smiled as he placed his hands on her shoulders pushing her backwards, he led her to a sit. “You’ll see,” he said. “Finally, there is one class without homework! Except maybe we still have to read the papers Mr. Millen gave us last week,” Kathryn said and sighed as they waited for their meal to arrive. Chuck grinned. “Since there’re no homework this week, what should we do this weekend?” Kathryn jokingly eyed him. “What have you got, installed for us, Mr. Comeau?” “How about we go ice skating on Saturday with my high school friends? They’re cool guys,” Chuck said, still grinning. Kathryn nodded. She acted like she was thinking as she rubbed her fore finger below her chin. “Hmm… not a bad outing, for a nerd,” she said, then laughed. “Hey! If I’m a nerd, you’re a nerd too!” Chuck exclaimed. “Oh really? Well, I don’t study as hard as you do. And… I go clubbing and drinking but you don’t.” Kathryn smiled. Chuck crossed his arms across his chest and acted as if he was hurt. Kathryn burst into fits of laughter. However, she was the only one laughing. Chuck tried his very best not to smile. After about 30 seconds of laughing, Kathryn stopped. “Hey, come on! You’re not angry, are you?” Kathryn asked. Chuck did not smile. “Chuck… come on! I was just joking,” Kathryn said, now shaking him. Chuck still looked away and did not respond. Kathryn gave him puppy dog eyes and hoped he’d respond. “What? All you can do to cheer me up is with puppy dog eyes?!” Chuck finally said. “Well you weren’t responding!” Kathryn replied. Chuck laughed. Kathryn raised an eyebrow. “And you’re laughing because… ?” “Nothing,” Chuck said. Then he cleared his throat and looked down. Kathryn stared at him weirdly. “What?” Chuck asked when he noticed she was staring at him. “You’re very weird, you know that?” Kathryn said, laughing a bit. A few minutes later, the food arrived. “This is ‘the usual meal’,” Chuck said, smiling. Kathryn grinned back. And they dug into the pizza. * * * “Let’s go, Kat!” Chuck called from below. “Coming, coming!” Kathryn shouted back. She struggled to get her sweater on. Thank her sister for being so small sized. Most of Kathryn’s clothes were hand-me-downs from her sister. Although her sister, Tasha was smaller sized than Kathryn, her parents did not take that as an excuse for buying new clothes. At last, Kathryn pulled her left arm into the sweater’s sleeve, grabbed her bag, raced down the stairs and into Chuck’s car. “What took you so long?” Chuck asked, shaking his head. “Blame my sister’s sweater,” Kathryn replied, putting on the seat belt. Chuck smiled, then drove to the skating rink. * * * “What did you mean by that?!” Kathryn got out from the car, laughing her head off. Both she and Chuck had been laughing their asses off all the way to the skating rink about Chuck’s childhood days. “You have to admit, you were really weird!” Kathryn replied. They laughed even more. Together, they walked into the mall where the skating rink was, and walked towards the rink. Chuck spotted one of his friends and raised a hand and him. “Wow, I didn’t know you had emo friends!” Kathryn said, impressed. “You have not known me, then!” Chuck replied, grinning. They got their skating shoes from the counter then walked towards the bench. They sat down and pulled on the shoes. Once done, they went out onto the skating rink. It took some time for Kathryn to stabilize herself, when she finally looked up, she froze. That’s him.
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Friday, March 17th, 2006
4:55 pm	For Love Or For Dreams [Chapter 1] It was a typical Monday morning whereby Montreal’s University of Law students were busy either researching or finishing up the last minute touches to their reports. Back at the student’s hostel, Kathryn hung her messenger bag over one of her shoulders and rushed out the door then hopped onto her bicycle and off she rode to class. Obviously, she was late – as usual. She turned left, then right, then left, and left again until she reached the compound of the university. She parked her bicycle and ran up the stairs and into the hallway. She looked through her bag while walking trying to find the report she had stayed up all night doing. Luck surely wasn’t on her side as she crashed into somebody, and all her thick law reference books dropped to the floor causing a loud thump to be heard. “Jeez, what’s wrong with you? You have some panda eyes, I see,” the person chuckled. “Oh, thank God. Chuck, help me with my books, will you?” Kathryn said without looking up. She continued looking inside her bag with her heart beating faster every second. Oh, God. Please don’t let it be back at the hostel. “I found it!” Kathryn shrieked as she pulled out papers which were about 1cm thick. “Well, you better be fast. Professor Millen demanded the papers to be submitted to the receptionist by 2p.m, which will give you about…,” Chuck paused as he peered at his watch, “5 minutes.” Kathryn’s eyes which were drowsy a second ago shot open. She got up to her feet and ran to the receptionist’s table. She kept glancing at her watch. 30 seconds! She ran pass through other students, knocking an innocent freshman over. But she kept on running. 10… 9… 8… 7… She reached the table and slammed the paper onto the other papers. Made it! Chuck, who was following behind her, shakes his head and smiles. He walked towards her and slung his arm around her shoulders. “Let’s get to class,” he said. Pant.. Pant.. She nodded, and got her books from Chuck. The class grew silent as Professor Millen walked in with the grumpy old wrinkled face of his. “Let’s start today’s class with a few questions,” the professor said, slowly and sternly. All eyes were on him. “Mister Edmond, have you read the book Utopia by Thomas Moore?” he asked, eyeing the student. “N-no, sir,” the student answered. “Miss Olranio?” he asked another student. “No, sir,” she answered. Sighing in disappointment, he asked the whole class, “What is the meaning of law?” Chuck raised his hand, and so did a few others in the class. “Mister… Comeau, what is law?” the professor asked. “Law is the legal document setting forth rules governing a particular kind of activity,” Chuck answered, confidently. “That is correct, for if you are to put the definition of law on the World Wide Web. What is the real meaning of law, anybody?” he asked again. The class went silent. Even a penny that drops can be heard. “Obviously you haven’t read the papers I gave you. I want you to read the papers again, and I will ask the exact same question in the next class.” With that, Professor Millen grabs his jacket and his book, and he walks out the door, leaving the students confused.
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Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
4:09 pm	LiveJournal Again I'm changing to another blogging service, or whatever in God's name you call it. I'm trying out LiveJournal and see if it's nice to use, fast, and so on, so on. So far, it's a tad bit slow. It's, well, slower than Xanga, that I can tell you. Sorry, LJ. Anyway, March 29th 2006 is coming in 14 days. March 29th 2005 was the best fucking day of my fucking life. If you don't know what March 29th is, it was the day of the Simple Plan concert in Malaysia, which fucking ruled, mind you. If only someone has a time machine, and I could just go back to March 29th and go for the concert all over again... it would be a dream come true, really. Moving on, it is the holidays now. The mid-term holidays. Time actually passes by quite fast. Or maybe I should correct myself: time passes by goddamn fast. I mean, one minute you're having fun, going on a holiday, in the beginning of the year, and the next minute, you are back in school, studying for your finals. It's as if, it's in a blink of an eye. Anyway, I'm talking crap, so I should probably just stop now. P.S: I got 94% for English. O.O And I basically failed 5 of my monthly exam papers. Ha. P.P.S: I might use LJ for posting short stories, or anything I wrote. Just random stuff. My blog will still be at www.xanga.com/punkgal79 for the time being.
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