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Thursday, May 8, 2008

Shall combine the two days.

Exams finally over and yea. Went to little India and it was 'educational' for we tasted food that originated frm india. Yogurt = dead rats. /~.~ After the whole trainin, stayed to play basketball and yea, soccer. Injured. Anyway, played com and i make two near fatal mistakes.


Today, which was suppose to hav a trainin in the mornin. Too early. Anyway, did research and stuff. Bad taste. Free lunch. Now the question in my heart is, 'Wat are frens are for' in ask the person who wrote the song ' thats wat frens are for.' And bowling was fun? Doesnt matter really. I got owned. Thats no something unusual rite? Arcade. Then went home. O ya, i try to forget but Philip and his frens went to PlazSg. And get back to wat happen be4 that, Mr *** was readin all ur blogs. Haha? And Ms *** board the same bus. I daringly asked her whether i could sit beside her.. Too bad isnt it?






You know how life works? I dont. For wat i'm asked to do, i'll follow. If even givin up all i hav, i wont mind. For as long as the time that U show me urself, i am contented. For i nv had seen or know u and i am still lookin for u. You gave me eyes but i cant see. You gave me ears but i cant hear. You gave me skin but i cant feel. You gave me everything that i now hav, but i wasted all of those. I am not wat i was suppose to be. Change me.

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