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Friday, September 19, 2008
past, life, future

We sat by the steps of stairs under the moonlight and talked about life.
About past, about people, about the future.
It was a good evening spent with Liwen (:

Girl, I'll see you this Sat ahhhh! (:
Super full, we ate Shoduko ( i think thats how you spell it? ) pasta and icecream at Swenson's.
Me feel super duper duper fat now.
Lucky next week is independent week.

I promise I'll go jogging at least 2 times.
Stamp chop confirm.

On my way to school Zelia text me and made my day with good news (:
Caryn is super nonsense to max and we had championship photos up in facebook now.

I got really grumpy as I reached school.
My teacher remembered me suddenly being his student last year.
He didnt even recognise me last week.
Why?
Because last year, during his first lesson I was late.
Now, what a way to be remembered...

The weather is SO humid, I am feeling so irritated all the time.
Easily irritable y'knw the feeling.
And people just had to come irritate me.

I end up taking a nap instead of working on my SketchUp.

): The aircon is on now but its still soooooooo warm.
I think I'm gonna die of heat stroke soon.
GRRRRRRRR.
I hate perspiring like pig.

I dont feel like going drawing lesson at Airport tml ):
But i'll go. I will.
I must la. aiyo.


goodbye lahhhhhhh