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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Growing up. @ 7:19 PM

Friday
Ran in the rain with Sijing, got really soaked, but I love the rain, so it's okay :)
Sent her back to school and left her with Malcolm before going home to get dry.
PTM soonafter, OMG, boring can die pls -.-

Today
Met up Nizam at around 12 and watched tourist. Cinema deserted, we chose our own seats :D Awesome please. The ending is such a twist, dafuck. And got no hot guys D:
Went for late lunch/early dinner after that. Ahhh I ate mac, like nuuuuuuu, but nice :> Oh well -guilty-
Bus with Nizam, then he went for religious class and his brother came on the bus, like AWKWARDDDD. But then cause I'm good with kids -coughs- so we played Iphone :>
Sorry Pam, we thought you were sick :/ I feel so bad la ._.

Day 22, someone I want to give a second chance to.
My older brother. If he wants it. Because most people in my life don't care for a second chance :/

Stay tuned to an oncoming post about my views and thoughts about suicide kay. No more empty promises. I promise on my promise :) I will blog about it :)

I thought you were my friend. You just had to prove me wrong. I won't be your substitute anymore, even if it means I'll be alone. I'm not letting you bring me down. I won't be affected anymore. I'll feel sad, I'll hurt inside, but you know what? At the end of the day, I will be okay. I know I will.





memories
in cold decay.