Tuesday, April 01, 2003


Pink and yellow butterflies!

Yay!!!!
Someone from NP was SARS-ED.
So........... No school till Monday!!!
Doesn't that call for a celebration?
(Damn! This evil person is building her happiness upon his sorrows.)
But anyhow.....
Hops around....
Dances... =>
Thought of getting an MC for tmr's lessons but now......hahahahha
Sad.......
My ___ got into an accident outside school today.
She msg me telling me that and i insensitively joked it off.
"hahah.......happy april's fool. I got SARS!"
Shit! I'm so lame!
Sorry girl...... really.
Go visit you tmr k....?
I managed to survive half the day without a stick.
Wuz experienceing what people term as fatigue.
My mind was drifting...
Body aching...
Met my ex-classmate on da bus (whatever her name wuz).
She kept talking.... cudn't sleep.
Talk nonsense somemore....
Kinda ticked me off.
Meeting Jason for dinner now!
He's going New York tmr....
Gosh......gonna miss him.
Think i'd send him to the air port tmr....
Bon Voyange ya....

Dancing with pixies

Blah..
There's this miscreant who's annoying me..
He's a desecration to normality..
Disgusting critter..
- Min

If I were a cloud,
What formation would i take up?
Would i be scattered?
Or would i be in one complete piece?
Would i be a rising cloud?
Or would i descend?

Dwelling in memories




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but every night i lie awake
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yes, my dear
but still i cry