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Monday, October 22, 2007
Well well.
Thanks a lot PW.
For deprieving me of my sleep.

It's like... 1.04am and I'm still infront of the com.
Even Cheng Yew pointed out that I've been online the whole day.
WA MADNESS.

DS DS DS.
My poor ds without games. HAHA!
Hmm. Or should I say only 2 pathetic games.
): ): ):

Alright.
I better go and sleep.
I don't want to dream of you again.
Or maybe I want to.
Hmmmm...
One day I'm gonna figure out what I'm thinking.
Do I even feel for you. I don't even know.
Maybe not maybe not.
Maybe my heart just mistook it to be so similar.
But actually it's not.
Maybe.

OKAY.
Enough blabberings.
SLEEP.

My mind's unweaving/ 1:03 AM

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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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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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