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Sunday, October 01, 2006

things felt like the past when i actually had so much to tell you. and i'm glad that it's like that :) you always seem to understand.
somehow i keep forgetting i still have one paper left. it's like some holiday mood or something. the past few days have been packed and tiring but fun so it's worth it. louie made this collage on the day we went shopping which is also the day she lost her phone. hope she's not sad anymore :) i hate losing things.



this was class outing and i think this pic looks quite stupid but well the memories that matter :)if only everyday passed by without worries and unhappiness. i want to forget about unhappiness and things that get me down. sometimes i may seem like i do not have much opinions on stuff but i do. it's just that i don't say it because i choose not to. misunderstandings are unnecessary. and i'm too tired to clear it up because more often than not, people always assume. the only thing i can be sorry for is the way i am. i'm just like that. i should stop apologising for things i didn't do wrong. it makes no sense.

don't let nobody tell you your life is over, be every colour that you are.

love you like a sister;
4:27 pm