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Wednesday, July 11, 2007, 11:12 pm
The day was welcomed with a smile. I made a new friend today! Aiyooyo, i'm sorry i replied your smses way later than late. i was already asleep like a dead log..! Hahaaha!! >.< Note to self: BE ALERT! why? cos (sometimes) i took an hour or so to reply one's text messages. it's not on purpose, but i just don't check my mobile phone all the time. it makes me feel rimas. heh.

i've got two exams tugging my sleeves next week. the first exam is on monday and..i'll be the FIRST candidate for the day! if i flunk, i can't go for attachment next month. damn! this is important. grr! arggh!

HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY TO FIX! Ohh, he's the one with the stripes shirt eh! Hahaa! This's the only old old OLD pic i have of fix smiling from ear to ear..and i edited it. Sorry if you don't see your face there - it's for a purpose.



i have this feeling, don't know what it is and i hate it. sometimes i wished that someone would knock on my brain door and tell me what this feeling is & what's needed to be done. and this's what i'd always do to quell it: read my storybook & get dissolved in it. once tired, close my eyes to relax, but found myself releasing some teardrops instead. afterwhich, i would try bringing myself up altogether and continue reading again. i'm losing in it. i'm fine, totally fine.