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what's up with you?

i received comments from mj and ket calling me batgirl. haha. it was pretty sweet reading their comments as they call me their one and only batgirl, though that name is not really appropriate for me (kumontra panget!).

i wonder what makes me miss all of my classmates, when all i do at school is sit around, stare into space, and just be the usual schoolgirl singing to herself. i admit that i dont really pay too much attention to those who aren't my friends. well, i DO pay attention to them, but i dont take too much time hanging around them and talking about stuff that isnt really ME. im not really a friendly person, that's why i choose the people i approach. thats why when im with these people, those who aren't close to me, i am not as talkative as i really am. thats why many people tell me "oh she's such a quiet person!" and "she's so boring she cant open up a nice conversation!" or maybe "she's made of plastic!". well, hey there. im not made of plastic. im not bulletproof either.

this year (4th year hs) i became as versatile as i can be without being 'plastik'. of course, there ain't no way you can get so many friends that you hardly get along with without going through 'plastikan' stage. sometimes i am made of plastic, just not to be too rude. but i learned how to not be too rude without being a fake.

just look at the person's eyes and say "hey, that person is just like me when i wasnt mature!". this is waht you think of when you really dislike him. just pretend you're talking to a baby. haha..kidding. but really, consideration is important. you're not perfect, too.

well..i dont know why i blogged about this. grrr. at least i posted, right?

p.s. OUR MONITOR IS KILLING MY EYES. IT IS SO BLURRED. I MIGHT DESTROY MY EYES IF I CONTINUE. IM NOT GONNA POST THESE FOLLOWING DAYS (I THINK). IF YOU LET ME BLOG UNDER THIS CONDITION, I MIGHT NOT SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACES CLEARLY. IF YOU WANT YOUR BEAUTY TO BE APPRECIATED MORE (BY ME), YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. HAHA. OK? GOD BLESS!
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