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Sunday, September 10, 2006

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- narcissism =D


- mother mother in the middle. heh.


- every cloud has its silver lining (:


- they say she's my sister. tell me where do
we look alike again? me.nancy. (:


GOD's beloved children <3

hah. at last, i went back to church yesterday (:
but only yesterday though. i'd still have to complete
with O levels first before i can go for weekly services.
right. am now taking an interlude from studying.
tomorrow's papers are my geog elective and
emath paper 2. hadn't really been working very
hard during this hols. sigh. i guess i shall work
extra hard during next whole week of exams then.

well, talked with some cell members and cell leader
after service yesterday, dwelled at expo all the way
till 11pm. and we all nearly missed the last train
from expo to tanah merah. hahas. took a cab home
from serangoon. midnight charge! argh. it was already
12.15 (i think) when i got out at serangoon station.
although there were still bus services, i was too lazy to
take a bus home. hahas. still needa walk in for approx.
10mins! and it's so dark there. so yeah, cab's safer.
valid reason. lols.

anyway, folks, i might be shifting outta this serangoon
north region. hopefully! well, i'm not supposed to know
anything bout it. but i've got reliable sources. hahas.
i shall blog about that when it's really finalized (:
it's gonna be fun. right kristle? hahas.
i'm already anticipating christmas.
spent some time at kris' this hols. how nice it was to back
at hougang ave 6. i miss that place so much.
i remembered that time when i was just living on the
sixth storey and kris' is still living on the second storey.
dropping by each others' houses was just a matter of
3 minutes? nice wasn't it (:
i still miss that previous house of mine. where there
was so much adequate space for me and my then puppy
to run about. ruffles is also gone. no, he's not dead, given away.
mum and dad gave him away. i miss ruffles. my potato chips.
hahas. i miss mummy and uncle fred (kris' dad) playing "tai di"
on the first floor of my flat while kristle and i just fooled
about upstairs. hahas. when daddy and uncle fred went
for a game of billard at the superbowl, kris and i could
just spend a night of endless talking in her room.
memories. it'd be nice if we could rewind it (:

i should return to the stack of geography notes
waiting patiently for me. a terrible headache now aint
helping. someone save me.
argh. stop complaining gwen! STUDY.
hahas. toodles (:


unraveled @ 5:29 PM