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Monday, May 4, 2009
howells. I didn't finish social studies paper but it's okay,cos I have history to back me up.
and for the first time in my 2+ years in css I guess it's the first time I had just enough time for CH test. hahha.
anyway I can't believe for the past 3 days I haven't been on the com.
I actually sticked to the 12-hr plan Mr Leong gave us,
it's such an amazing accomplishment :D
but I only did that on Saturday lah.
coool or what.
but still I haven't studied for phy and bio.
oh bio. TSK!
anyway.
I'm planning on many2 movie dates (oops?) after exams,
cos surprisingly, many ppl have been popping up.
Rudinss, peitongers, FIL!(1st priority of course) , Raqib(&gang?) which is a lot.
ho. will be spending like at least $24 on movies? OHDEAR.
suddenly so many ppl contacted me,
as if they know; hahha.
Idk when's the next time.
with all these people around,
perhaps I can do this.
somebody, just make me forget the past,
make me love.
I'm back to the minah jiwang I was in sec 1 and sec 2,
HAHAHA!!!
oh dear, IMY.
I was browsing through my sec2 math notes when I saw
a partner's handwriting in a shiny green pen(hahah),
yeah, that partner did my corrections for me.
and I cried like on the spot.
it's terrible isn't it, this thing called fate?
I'd read your letters again and again,
and I remember the first time in dance store,
I cried right there alone,
wishing you were right by my side to find how much
you mean to me.
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there.
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence.
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules.
Maybe she's true, perhaps I'd wasted that part of my life on you.
very short it was, but meaningful. :'(
and if I had enough courage to reply those letters,
would it make any difference, I wonder. idk why it's coming to me
at these times.
okay bubye.