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♡ IF I WERE TO REVERT?
Friday, October 17, 2008, 9:47 PM
I don't know how to start this entry.
Well, I'll start with the latest ac. Had had choir previously.
How I miss since the super long weeks of break from choir pracs since I last saw Ms Grace. Indeed, I could say that Ms Grace conducted much more better off than Mr Lee. Its not that I was doubting his goods, but really, he was such a bore when even cracking jokes. That would really bore my day if he would have to continue to conduct choir pracs today.
I really do have fun with Ms Grace though you could also consider calling her a mouth female tigress.
Okay, so the lastest updates was that next week is the last of 2008 and I'd may and may not looked forward for 2009, a brand new year. My sophomore year. The year of streaming. And the year when I'd no longer be lingering, fooling around.(Side about 2009, first.)
There's a whole load more for me to dood here. Dwelling on yesterday, when I didn't received any internet connection, I've not visited my blog, resulting to no time for me to post updates.
Real updates for yesterday;
I can't believe that I actually succeeded in handing thee to OOMA. Like a whole, OMG! All thanks to the most honoured, but whom, Asyura. My beloved:)
I feared to come to school actually and have to confront him today, but then thinking of announcement made by Ms Shidah of having a class photo for our 2008 yearbook, I'd just faced the fact that I'd be mostly discreetly humiliated from silence.
Still, am not sure if he'd opened thee I'd given. Ouh, you wouldn't want to know the worst I'd had worried queried of since the night before and after.(What will be his immediate reactions? What would I'd answer him if answers were popped instantly? Would he think that I was proceeding the first step? Would he give to his special someone? Or would he threw it away?)
I guess neither any of those questions fear me now. I'm over it. I've got to, anyway. It was already off my hands and on his hands and there was absolute nothing I can do to change the whole situation now. He'd be whom to decide. I'd cared less. At least I hoped I do.
P.S. Its altogether, 4 more schooling days and 'bye-bye', I'd see the 2e4 in 2009. Ouh, I'll miss the specials we had for once as a family.