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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Can anyone buy me an ice-cream?


Okay larz. Happy Bdae Esther? Went to school early and realize that a lot of ppl are in class alr. Waiting for the Bdae gal to go to sch. -.- WTF. OKay lar. Surprise. Lessons. Stuff. Then like today pass very fast. I think, this few months will pass super fast. I duno why. Mdm Ong actually came up to us and asked for EL report. Which i nv bring so yeah gotta explain and minus mark. Wanted to see TKH but he wasnt there so yeah. Wateva.

Went home and stuff. That should be it rite? As in, there is nth more i can say. That i want to say.



I walked out. It started raining. It poured on me. But it wasnt rain the flow down my eyes. It was tears. I walk back. Alone. It always has been and always will be. IMY. ACTUALLY, ALL I SHOULD SAY IS, WATEVA.

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