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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

DAMN THIS BREAK,
if it is still a break.
going back, doing lit review.
i feel like a professor.
BAHHHH.
oh, sentosa on fri.
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
better not spoil my plan.
dead or alive, i will go!
HAAHAHHAAH

u r man- SS501 IS LOVE.
head spinning.
eyes crossing.
heart beating.
eardrums vibrating.
nose twitching.
signs of tiredness.
i arent complaining.

hw come, its still you, him and her?
i thought it was OVER?
hahahahhaa, i was walking down this very route.
suddenly, i am grateful for everything.
i have no idea, hw long life will be
i duno when, you, you, him, her, them will leave.
as much as i dun wan to,
all will have to leave eventually.
YES, i am afraid.
of dying, of aging
but first of graduating.
bloody hell, i am totally clueless:((((((((

DAMN MY HAIR.
ugly:(

am not complaining
i feel LOVED.
thank you, mummy for always being there for me.
especially when i am sick, injured or lost.
daddy, thank you too.
for knowing what i like to eat, to use.
the understanding the love, NOONE.
none can ever replace.
i am sorry if we were ever unhappy.
I SHALL BUCK UP.
WE SHALL ALL BE HAPPY.
GIVE ME SOME TIME.

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