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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Wednesday, April 8, 2009 @ 9:53 AM

Fuck off you twit. Zz.

I'm super troubled. Like I woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning. But it was actually `Samantha, 起来!我要去做工but 我的iPhone say no signal ley!` Then I dragged myself out of bed S: &just 10minutes ago, when I was falling asleep, Mama called, &Pearlyn screamed `SAMANTHA! THE MOUSE EXPLODE LEY!` Wtfxzs.

Shall just stay awake already.

Went to EHub for icecream with Andy last night. Waited like crazy and didn't get our Table #1 in the end:\. Then we walked home and suddenly went silent when we reached the bend after the bus stop. Because!, there was a funeral. I'm terrified of those, I don't know why. But apparently, Andy is quite, too. Haha! &there's 2 of that in our estate now :\

I must go to school tomorrow.

JingWei twits!, for fun.



Samantha you bitch, move on already. Stop holding on to nothing.

People tell me, `Onlookers see best`. The same group of people tell me it's not worth my time, effort, energy, &my heart. But what if I want to? What if I realised he was all I ever wanted? I'm going to take decades to get over this. I regretted, I cried, everything. But will anything change? :\


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