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Thursday, July 2, 2009

still nt gd,
booooo!
if this goes on, i will most prob end up in hougang.
oh, sleeping is like the best time
AWESOME.
hw i wish, i can slp till forever.

its weird,
hw we arent talking.
its breaking.
no wait, it broke.
it was broken.
dogs are lovely, they appear super happy to see you
not like others.

the rate that i am constantly hungry,
sleepy.
i am turning into a fat old grandma,
give me some time.
oh, i am sorry
i am not who i am.

attachment is sucking all my energy,
yet, there are times, i feeeeeel soooooooo comfortable, so in love.
oh, tml is my mentor's assessment.
i HOPE IT WILL TURN OUT MARVELLOUS.
hahahha.
i love alllllll the children.
they do the most adorable things.
if only we can see the good side of things, and be totally blind so that
we cant see the bad.

i am afraid,
of dying.
of losing you all.
despite everything,
its in the blood.
as much as i want to live in denial,
i cant.
i so hate others that step into our way.
i hate life.
y cant it be bouncy, colourful, bright, happy?
instead?
i shall be truthful to myself, i shall fight for myself,
i should give myself the opportunity.
i dont want.


TSK.
this hair is super hard to maintain.
cut it/leave it?



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