paper blade .

Sunday, October 24, 2004
10:17 PM

Jols: Lol. U're the funniest please. I love u too!! =))

Charis: Man, gona miss them loads huh.

Cher: Ya, sad but then again, it just opens a whole new chpt. Lol. Ya! Must have good persuasion powers aye? =D Miss u, sweets! And can u please build up alil self esteem? Pfft. Love u! *hugs

Alicia: Of cos, love. We were pretty close once so I'd definate come say gdbye. =)) Yes, we will. Can't wait till then! =D Love u too! *kisses

Stef: *sigh. Yea. Sweet sweet memories. But hey, look on the bright side, at least u can go back to school anytime and see the familiar place and the ambience. As for me, the school's gona get torn down!! *cries.

Pipi: YES!! Yay!! =))

Anony: This's the second time u've appeared. Please don't do this, it's scary.

-: Please make urself less ambiguous. Thank you.

Wins: Yup, we'll definitely meet up soon. =)) And u enjoy urself! Lol. Papers finally over aye! Love!

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I finally got the whole MUG HARD mood into my system. Haven't taken a break the whole day, except for lunch, dinner and the 2 10 - 15 mins chat on the phone.

I can't seem to work Paint Shop Pro. The whole programme really lives up to it's name man. Pro's really pro. Takes one to fully utilise the damned thing.

Now that the I-wanna-play mood's gone down the ditches, whenever I'm having a little free time, I think abt really nostalgic stuff. Past friendships.*sigh. Wondering about the whole horde of situations can really get u down. Especially when Mum comes in and discusses with me about the future and what she envisions it to become. But she has terrible foresight. I'll let her pass.

It'll b cool to live alone. The b under a medical emergency and have ur family only a 4 hour flight away from u. Sure, it'll b sweet. Just try to arrive before I kick the bucket.

It's gonna b down right ecstatic to say Goodbye to someone who has become part of ur family after working for u for so many years. Oh yay, I'm finally rid of her and her scurrilous attitude. Ya, one less listening ear. And the most important one. It's smth to celebrate over. Sure.

Go ahead. Knock that pile of concrete down. Demolish the memories. Bring the portraits to dust. Why not? After all, it's only a place where fond reminiscence are found. (Ok, I know this's inevitable.)

Ah, this's useless.

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This's not any form of decoration what so ever.

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