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Sunday, November 2, 2008

i lost track of time.
wth.

it doesnt feel good to lie
at all.
ff.
its hard to pretend.
no, correction,
its not hard, its tiring.

now that everything is almost done,
there is no way i can escape from reality.
welcome back to the real world, qiuling lim.
screwed, i actually totally forgot abt calling up my field supervisor
SHIT.

nothing can describe my feelings.
i cant describe
damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
wait, do i even noe what i am feeling.
hopeless!
you shut up, u arent helping at all.
i have had enough.
from this moment, i am keeping all to myself,
i dun nid any more "help" from you.
ENOUGH.

oh and the hamster is being a drag.
it doesnt like cheese nor strawberry.
@#$%^&*()
dear hamster, be nice.
dear heart, be crude.

oh, i have to read up on parenting.
wth.
its good to hear from july and irene.



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