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Friday, January 27, 2006
Cny is coming.. yoyo.. i cant wait for tml.. as we will having out reunion dinner.. yummy... i cant wait to eat the bird nest and the cny goodies.. talking about that makes me drool..hehehe.. guess what..? our class won 2nd for the best decorated class.. wahhh.. i am ultra happy.. although this happiness was filled with a little disappointed..as i thought we will be winning first but in the end we won 2nd...but soon got over it by dwelling myself in the joy and happiness of winning something.... hehe .. i guess i am just learning to be contented with the little things in life....( all smiles)


suddenly i just feel like saying this "can you please stop doing this.. at times i am soo piss off with you.. but at times.. i felt as if i am at fault even so..can you please stop doing this.. it took me lots of courage and strength to pull the sword out of my body.. and let the wound heals by itself..now you seem to be forcing me to be aware of your existence.. do you know by doing this you are slowly pushing the sword back into the same old wound... now the sword have once again protrude into my unhealed wounds.. so are you satisfy now?"