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Sunday, October 28, 2007
I'm quite dead.
Today's Sunday.
Tmr got OP dry run with Ms Pang and I still haven't finalise my script yet, put it onto cue card, edit my slides. Re-read on our favourite theories of Jean Piaget in case Ms Pang shoot questions and I don't know how to answer them. Oh. And I haven't memorised my script. HAHAHAHA.
And I'm going out soon.
Hmmm. How dead am I.
Not feeling the stress. At most come back then burn midnight oil.

At the rate I'll fall sick soon.
Been sneezing like hell ytd. ):

Okayokay.
I'm out off here.

& why must we always lose our way
in order to find the answers we want.

My mind's unweaving/ 12:00 PM

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

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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.

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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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