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♡ true, the queen of cure is LOVE?
Thursday, March 5, 2009, 11:21 PM
Pardon about the lack of entries lately. I've been down with so many things for the past few days that I had no time for the updating and stuff.

Its half an hour before midnight, and I'M HERE ON MY STUDY DESK, SITTING ALONE, LISTENING TO THE RAINDROPS, WITH THE COLD YET STARRY WEATHER AT NIGHT. Selena was asleep and obviously mum and dad left us alone home for they're working night shifts tonight. So home survivor1 has slept and these home survivor2 is still full awake, drilling yet struggling on her mathematics algebra. Lord, its taking me more than half an hour to have get it right for a quarter of the understanding!!! I'm really trying to catch up on the syllabus even though, I had to burn the midnight oil and wake up with a panda eyes in the morning. I have not been getting good sleeps, even though I promised to. But, bohy, can't help it.

School was all I could say moderately fine except for some woes I had to myself(which was honestly, truly, frankly, too personal.)
Then I had to attend for mandarin lessons and all the toneless lesson. And for extra special warning, I'M HAVING MY CHINESE CA1 NEXT WEEKKKKK!!! And I'm yet unable to write more than 50words. Ohmyyyyyheavennn! I better start the stressing from this weekend cause its ohmygod almost a week away. Oh.Oh. Anyone? Cared to volunteer coached me for Chinese?? And I need a volunteer, which means FOC, not a tutor. Fine, its useless. No one will. Ohh. Dreaddd. I don't wish to get a red mark againnn.

Moving on. Choir drilling will commenced again tomorrow at 1:15PM-sharp, not even a millisecond late-, in Woodlands Ring Secondary School, at first floor, in the music room, with dreadyy cold temperature inside and with the tension arousing again. Tomorrow, oh bohy. Everyone, and I mean every-choir-one, do your maximum best tomorrow!

"I met my Bashert*** last night and I want to make a blessing: tell me the correct one to say.”

Goodbye, love. Or Blov-vers.

P.S. Asyura, CHEER UP, hunns! Nothing can set you back any further downwards. I'm like only an inch away as your listening ears. Ily.
P.S.S. Cause without you, I can't breathe. I can't live a day without you.

(((***Reference purposes:Bashert means a preordained soul mate).))