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Friday, April 6, 2007
Okay. This is crap. I didn't go offline as said I would. SO that means I am online from like 9am plus till now. Which is.... 9 FREAKING HOURS?!! -faints. Now I realised. I think my parents will probably murder me when they get the electricity bills. Rahh.

And I'm supposed to complete ALL my homework today. Ahaha. So much for wishing big. Crap. And I haven't got my PI done. Like wth. PW's really idiotic laa. And if we didn't have to present it to the class, I wouldn't be so stressed and just anyhow crap something out for first draft. Why is my life so cruel. ):

AND YES. I BETTER GET OFF THE COM
this instant -

and I miss you many many much.

My mind's unweaving/ 6:30 PM

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Felicia.
Seventeen.
7th August.

the loves
My one and only.
Friends.
WHITE.
Small animals.
Singing.
Laughing.
Talking.
Card games.
(:

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links
Abah [Mummy].
Atiqah.
Charlene.
Charlotte.
Daniel Chu.
Daniel Foo.
Evelyn [g-granddaughter].
Fadilah.
Fawn [Bestfriend].
Filza.
Germaine.
Glenda.
Grace.
Jean.
JM.
Junying [Twinnie].
Jocelyn.
Kendra.
Liangting.
Matthew.
Priscilla.
Rachael Honks.
Rico.
Sarah Chua.
Sijie.
Wuss.
Xinni.
Yinqi.

credits
designer : kathleen
image : hiddenmemoryx
lyrics : It Ends Tonight/ AAR

A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain

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