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Thursday, August 31, 2006
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yep. it's one more month gone. gone gone gone. i SHOULD go t church soon since im sinful. for all the wrong things i did. i should. sab was right. what would you lose. nothing. whr's your heart. people find me a frick. a weirdo. yeah sure. jst like how water and oil cannot mix right. im not forcing you and you knw that very well. every single night i wipe a smile across my face for you and you dont knw. you dont care abt my feelings at all. if i die, i would feel better really.

just, wtf.

today went back t queenstown for teachers' day celebration. the rain in the morning didnt help. saw sec4 class and i miss them loads. jerry was still as crappy. blahblah. headed t town after that for lunch with the girls. had lunch at the rice table. the food was good and cheap. left midway and looked for nut. bought the num tank top nut always wanted. chilled at maestro bistro. saw grace(: left for bather's. tiring day today.

tmr would be an even more tiring day. 8am at SMU then 6.30pm have t head down t bather's. work work work from 8am-11pm. er yeah. goodluck t me tmr. byebye.


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