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Tuesday, October 7, 2008
mission failure and footprints

'I promise you I'm always there.
When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair, I'll carry you.
When you need a friend, you'll find my footprints in the sand.'


I slept early the previous night planning for a usual routine. Mum started to nag at me to have my dinner. And at friggin' 3A.M she was nagging at me to go study and everything.
I know you care, but please don't go overboard.

And I think I can make it through History and the first Accounts paper. And belo accompanied me on my 'mission' today. And it's a total failure with and exclaimation mark. We were talking about people with improportionate body. eg. people with a huge waist but small busts. Tsk! Turn off. And we encountered a large number of weird people today, I swear. I have so much things to say to so many people, but I just don't have what it takes.

Please, don't make me fall in love with you. Please.