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Saturday, January 15 6:03 PM


It's where she lies
Broken inside


went m1 shops in town tday to find my phone.found it, but the price was really not worth it.500bucks for a phone and still must trade in.so din get. was utterly disappointed. since dec, was looking forward til today and din get it.thn must wait til 21 jan. i am forever waiting.saw zhonghao and samuel also. do you know what i want to do now. go to a theme park and take the reverse bungee. for all i know, i want to go have fun. i want to go try that, its like finally, you would feel like you are away from the world. a minute or so, i dont care. as long as that moment make me feel different. a wonderful feeling i can't explain. a feeling so undescribable.a world full of mysteries.a world full of worldly sins. (sorry, i am pondering on these kind of things again.) i feel strange.

me : 'eh, look at that -points at kay poh rd sign'
mum : 'yah, all the people living there are kay poh'.

again as usual, there are people coming our house to see see and no buy. "see but no touch". last few days mr ow never come. all were so glad. at least i got some time away from my table of terror. thu, mr george koh took us for the last periods. so weird calling him mr.and he picked on me to answer some qns and i simply refused.clara wanted to ans cause he will buy you recess. and the class sabotaged her. end up no one answered.we kept talking abt rape. lol. so funny.me and clara kept laughing with stupid qns. yesterday there's pe. i hate pe esp when you ahve to run 2.4km. and yesterday i was'nt lucky either. we had to run 2.4km trial. okay, was happy that i passed. (and people, if you think i keep on bragging abt it,i am not.) think what you want.

with a little bit of gliz & glam.

reminiscence is penance.
ignorance is bliss.

i am so suck with the song nobody's home. lyrics rocks.

loved