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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
6:23 AM

Hais so bored today lerzzz. Nothing in particular to do...


Homework? Maths just finished. Geog? Not in the mood to do. Sianz.


Just went up to facebook and added as many people as possible to my friend list, and as well as pleaded(not quite, just asked) those who nv accept friend to do their best to accept hahas.


Well? I think that the horoscopic readings in facebook is extremely accurrate. Though I'm not a superstitious person, this thing could be quite accurate sometimes. Hais theres still some doubt in this rite? I dun wanna 100% believe in it...


As for dance, got to learn a new combo. My shante turn damn odd ler. Supposingly to go straight, but I turned to wang lao instead...


Presurised leh... These few days not quite myself, funny feeling everywhere, like the world gonna collapse on me every few seconds. Like the feeling of dieing and reviving and dieing and reviving thousand of times over and over again.This feeling... so strange... make me so tired... trapped... funny...



Wings- Teaching a child not to step on a caterpillar is as valuable to the child, as it is to the caterpillar (by Bradley Miller).



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