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Thursday, June 07, 2007
some sense of security.


WEDNESDAY

for edwin tan's ica3, im in da same grp as kris, isaac, guohong and charmant. (((:
we got a nice idea going on, and i actually felt like killing myself because i got mental block. FUCK. dat always happens. i can only get ideas after a few hours or even days. wtf? so, sorry to all if i didnt contribute anything. )):

then ms soo's lesson was FUNNY! each grp was given a item and we had to develop ideas on the product. we got this thingy, that you put tea leaves inside this thing and then u stir inside your hot water. blah, i suck at describing stuffs.
ANW, hahahha, we came up with extremely stupid but funny ideas for it. it's just damn funnyyyyyy! and i like quek's grp idea too. ((((:

stayed back in sch, crapped for a while, and headed home. instead of stopping at tiong bahru, i had this urge to stop at somerset instead. dun ask me why. i seriously had no idea. i then took 123 home, and surprisingly, it was quite empty. it shd be packed with ppl, since it was abt 7 plus. but, no. owh well.
then, the bus just took me through all those familiar roads. those days in secondary school.

when we walked very far to the mrt station or bus stop.
when we took cab from sch to tiong bahru plaza, waving at the ppl waiting for the bus, and laughing at them.
when i first walked close to him.
when we buy snacks from the shops.
when we ate at da hawker centre (which has no malay food at all).
when we walk to chinatown through that way.
when we almost got knocked down by cars when we were not looking at the road while crossing it.
when we walked to people's park mac almost everyday.
when we get so close to the mac staff, and sometimes getting free fries.
when i look out of the bus window to frantically find his familiar face.
when i know my hopes are being dashed.
when we were all sick of tiong bahru plaza's fast food restaurants.
where we mug for poa in kopitiam and mac.


those were the days.

and im still fucked-up with outram for not yet giving us the freaking annual book. im seriously still waiting for it. im still pissed. pffffffffffffffffffft.


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LYNA-
16SEP1990
i love vitasoy.
i love cheese twisties.
i love ungu!






shit.

be honoured that people are willing to ask for your help.
and i want to go to brunei(READ:JERUDONG PARK) at the end of the year.



pee.




flush.
no links, no archives. just because.