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Crystals
filled with memories
" Through those sad times
you held my hands till the end of the world. "
Where did you come from? Pluto? Eh don't disturb Saturn. My favourite planet.. MP. Most popular? Macam Paham la bodoh.
Friday, February 12, 2010 <$BlogItemDateTime $>

Hey bloggy... It's yet another day where i just don't bother about myself. For fcuk's sake, my body is tired. And really, i don't understand why today was so damn busy at work. What the freaking hell is wrong with these Singaporeans? Sometimes too busy sometimes too free. Please la don't make my hair fly. Whatever that means.

Sigh. So Sunday's Valentine's Day. So ya. Everybody by the name of Valentine, have a great day ok? Well wishes from me. :D

Haiz... you know something bloggy? If we, i mean We.. Not we but We, had stayed strong and sustained, this Valentine's would be about 11 months. Haiz..why the hell am i even thinking about it. Utterly worthless so i'm not gonna care about it. Get out of my life like RIBBIT!

Out of my mind today.

Hmmm... getting better? Dunno. It is. I can tell of course. I'm smart. In a stoopid way of course. Remember that.

And ooooOOOOooooooooo...... A level result is gonna come out soon. Some freaking days after my Big Day. I don't know why i'm so excited over my Big Day this year. So stoopid la. I'm getting older for God's sake. 18 is such a nice number. Why am i impatient for number 19? Rhetorical question people.... Rhetorical question..

Can you imagine? I will definitely guarantee cop plus stamp get shitty result for my A level. So wth am i gonna do? I've thought through almost thoroughly about chasing after my dreams and pursuing my passion but what can i gain with it in the future? Oh damn i hate talking this talk. Let's just talk this talk at some other times in my life ok? When the time has really come which both of us know that it's like very freaking soon.

AH. 12 to 11 tomorrow.. Forgot all about it just now. Let's just hope it's not like today. Don't torture me. I know i get stress easily. Don't need to rub it in. And my brain is not working like a JC brain. Don't need to rub that in too. I know i'm slow. Like a tortoise. I actually thought of having a pet tortoise. So cute you know. And harmless. They don't bite right? Used to want to have hamsters. But ever since my cousin's hamster bit me hard on my finger (and then i flung it across the room BIG TIME but thank God it didn't die!), i forgo hamsters. Adoring Hamtaro is good enough. And oh i got a huggable Hamtaro doll too. One of my 18th birthday present. Yeahoo!

Ok bye before a lot more nonsense come out.

And damn, i miss hearing Kelab Kelakar Seram so much.. Miss laughing terkekek-kekek at all the jokes.. But then, i gotta go. Bye!

HaMie!





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