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Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The night's too long to go.


Am proud to show my new friend off-stress. Oh he keeps me company like day and night. Don't you see, this is how a mad woman speaks. Swimming, projects, homework, work attachment, society, Im just about to burst. Polympics is this friday and today just had to rain. So very sadly I trained alone and utter disappointment with my timings. Projects are mounting up not only on me but on every single soul out there. Okay, poly students. FABM, WCOM, BCA, IS. Not forgetting individual assignments and balancing these crazy modules with my work outside would not be a wise decision. But still, I made the latter. Now I stare at the rose, the only thing that soothes my soul this very instance. All that stress are bringing tears to my eyes and could You just give me the strength to carry all these. Don't want to disappoint anyone or myself; but how would it be possible.

I recalled studying your facial expressions when you said you read it. They were just thoughts penned down and they never really meant a thing. Well, they did at least a little, but it was all in a moment of anger. Who would have known you would read it. This I apologise for saying things without making sure. When rejection occurs, please know I mean it. I want to be me.

Dearest SCO, thanks for being there and to my loveliest cousin on Earth. I love you very much too. God bless the both of us(:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROXANNE DARLING! : D XOXOXOXO.


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