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♡ some things just cannot be produced, it has to be nurtured.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010, 9:07 PM
Lordddddd. There's a check-in e-math test tomorrow, choir(and I've yet to memorize section C of thr Hokkien song), preparation for intensive F&N lesson on Thursday, after school, still need to rush to Popular to buy this, to buy that, go home, CONFIRM homework-ing, then, still need to do things for Selena. GODZZZZZZZZZZZZZZXCCCYYYYYY.
Yea, Raudhah, a busy life it is.
I just hope I won't fall sick.

I really hated the way I've been. I hated the way, me myself can't interpret the way I'm feeling. I don't want to have you as the focal. The way, as far as I know, things are, IT'S ALREADY OVER(or have it not?). Any factor but you. Highly not. To make things grew even more complicated, my emotions got reacted over the situation I'm in, when fairy godmother helped cinderella. It was meant to be a heroic one. A scene to make bliss out of any worries. But it turns out the opposite. Why, my.
I just hope that I'll emote better.


How. Famous. People. Are. Born.
Name, Bill Gates.
Me, a heart, difficult even to figure out if it is even the shape of a heart.


I have yet an intensive reading up to do.
Till then.
Night, blov-vers. LOVEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.