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Monday, November 01, 2004

feeling super tired today. sigh. i'm always tired.
anyway, the day started off with talks talks talks. then it was the presentations. then.. after recess we went to the parade square to play. i din play tho. too tired. and anyway.. no one would want me to play with them. so i read my book. and drifted in and out of sleep. i hate that. i think we muz haf spent at least an hour there.
wad I think.. is.. we're just wasting time going to school. and the most.. -knock head off- thing is.. hols we still haf to pay school fees. wad kinda logic is thaT?!

//as i sat on the bench.. resting my head on the table... i realised how sunday is so impt to me. i reflected on my school frenships. none of them seem to work out.. right. sunday is a day where i can spend my time wif all my true friends - those who i can count on in times of trouble. thank God for sundays. thank You Lord...//

that is not supposed to be a poem.

Life is so RANDOM.
2:46 PM

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