Thursday, September 18, 2003


My blog has finally been restored. Yeah....
I had a whole lota things to tell...
but reckon this would have an info-overload.
Anyway, was sitting with Suanthar and Fel yesterday for Med Law.
And it brought me back to my year 1 days again...
where Suanthar and i would crap about everything possible...
Been talking quite a bit to fel these days...
It's very good to get away from the present situation and go back to how it was for a lil while.
It's Kumudha's birthday today.... Happy birthday to her then cuz she wouldn[t even read this.
Am glad she loved the prezzie...
Jon's going Melacca for a field trip this weekend....
this is gonna be the first we're in different places...
gonna miss him so much.... sigh...
Was looking thru all his past photos....
and i would say he has definitely led a very fulfilling teenage life.
He was involved in so many things...
while still being perfectly able to cope with his school work...
So proud of him....
I wish i was a least somewhere near him...
But no lor... we're like world's apart.... thou im trying hard to be now...
And here's one from Fel's blog....
Sweet Dreams
"Sweet Dreams" (by Eurythmics)
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused


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