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Wednesday, April 13 6:02 PM


these are the songs that make me smile
& cry myself to sleep at night
when i'm lying down without you

bittersweet symphony.
the sky has lost it colours.the sun has turn to grey.

im was caught up with mishaps as bad as you can ever imagine for today. i lost my wallet the moment i got out of my tution class. my neoprints, my ez-link, my atm card, my newly renewed popular card, my hard-earn savings & loads of big bucks. to my surprise, i was not the least sad nor was i on cloud 9. all i just wanted was my neoprints. those who 'stole' my wallet could take everything but a least leave my neoprints & locker keys alone or place it someone visible. & i will gladly thank you.

realised that my wallet was missing when i went to 7-11. i bought chocolates to the cashier when i realised i couldn't find my wallet. embarrassedly, i had to said i couldnt find my wallet. i hurried up to my tution teacher's house. not only did i distracted her lessons, her student had to help me go down & find. such a kind soul. what's funny was that he took his own ez-link card & pass it to me to use it. of course i did not accept it. i did not know him. imagine helping someone you do not know and even handling your own ez-link card to let you use. wow! i bet those who are so close to me won't even risk that. haha. well, i was disappointed upon really finding i could not find my wallet. prayed like so hard i could find it.

before i left my tution teacher's house, she said :" i got this feeling that your wallet will appear somewhere magically!" serious, i did not take her words seriously. some words by an old couple made my day. "ze shi bu shi ni de qian pao?" i was like shocked followed by an immediate YES! there were this old couple waiting at the exact place where i dropped my wallet with out realising. they were looking through my neoprints. i was & now is still in shock that there actually are kind souls around though i doubted there were. i still can't believed i found my wallet. i was super thankful. thanks to my faith in God. oh no, almost this entry is filled with my wallet story.
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mastered the art of keeping silent when any problem arises. it makes one miserable rather than happier though.take for instance, today. ohwell, people changes. dont they? alot i suppose.

seen through you but you're changed over the years. i'm sorry but its not towards the better side. i've known a friend like you for years. maybe you're just the same. maybe i've changed? you can go ahead. say what you want.it dosen't matter anymore. those were the times. it's over.memories aside, im happy to have it at all before.

told stella & kris this. a person who bitch about another is a bitch. i admit being one. maybe if some people see this line, them will have much to say. but who cares?i'm me. this is my blog. i have the rights to say what i want. you know that sometimes i want to let it out, i'm afraid it will be a giftaway. i'm afraid that i do not respect your privacy. i don't care anymore. i'm not angry or disappointed or anything. its just disbelieving. on one thing, only one person believed me. how pathetic? too bad for me , you can say. but i don't care anymore.

if its were last time, when i was so silly. i will be stupid to be bitching about you like crap. but now, biching about you is not the solution. though i may just let out to some people in sheer disbelief. but seriously, i hope to forget this soon. forgive & forget. go ahead. i know your next move.
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oops. i sounded such a total freak on some problem just now. i'm sorry to have to let it out here. too lazy to take out my beautiful pens and write in there. typing makes such a better choice. if you do not know what's happening, leave it. my thoughts & as i said. i just had to let it out here.
just ate my brother's leftover twisties fizz. what did they have to produce such gross & yucky stuffs? it melts like soda in your mouth & its chips. taste yuck. now i know whay my brother left such a full packet in the fridge.
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so anyone up for sentosa or zoo fun?!

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