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♡ when you believe in a gift of a friend.
Sunday, September 6, 2009, 5:12 PM

- A Gift of A Friend.


I love helping out in the kitchen. I love helping out when mum starts on a new recipe menu on her catering list. I love to give her ideas and she'd take in some. I love when she starts baking pies. I love my mum's kitchen. It's a heaven place in home.
Oh, I slept for 2hours just now. I'm planning to do night revision, so 2hours of afternoon nap,
do help, so as to prevent me from dozing off on the study desk at night later.

I'm really bored and have no one to talk to. Sheela's confirmed busy and I wouldn't dared to text her or anything. And besides, there's no one else that I could talk to besides her. Everyone else in the house is busy):
I've finally get rid of those fearful tears and just got back up. Nothing's ever going to change. Not my heart even. I love you. Cause its forever and always.