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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

im waiting for my mum to finally come home and bring me out.
ahahah i sound like some lil' kid.
but its alright cos i like it that way. :)

I&R to be handed up tmr.
and whoo, congrats to me cos i havent even started a single bit on it.
not even attemptin to click on Microsoft Word.

im still not intending to do it yet.
probably later at night, when i realised everyone has done it,
except for me.
then, my blood pressure will shoot up cos i'll start panicking and chiong-ing for it.

ahhh there it goes.
my mum's calling.

loves.


perhaps i was wrong.
all along.


2:43 PM