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[wans]
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[exit]
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
21:21

i think i'm screwed.
real badly too.
thanks to my freak-ish results.

i hate my life.

screw the exams.
screw you.

i'm not the only one letting people down.
i'm being let down too, myself.

blogger's conking up.

and i dont need you.
ever.
just go and have fun okay?
and come running to me only when you've no one else.
sure, good ol' wans will always be here for you.
though she's on the lowest rung in the laddar.
why not?

read a story about a mum whose 3 months old baby got kidnapped.
and every year on the baby's birthday she'll write a letter to her daughter who was stolen from her and given to somebody else.
and this was what she said on her daughter's 5th birthday:
" i baked you a cake. an angel food cake and i drizzled it with pink icing. it's so pretty. i put five white candles on the cake, and i lit them and sang happy birthday to you."
a mum's love.
so great.
makes me wonder if i'm ever capable of feeling this way.
i dont think so.

i'm always sprouting nonsense to other people, asking them to cheer up and blah blah blah when even me myself cant do it.
acting nice, that's what i'm doing.
have always been doing.
a-c-t-i-n-g.
so to all the people out there who have been asked to cheer up by me,
i'm sorry.
should just stop this it's bad.

just random thoughts, don't mind me.


anthropology: the social science that studies the origins and social relationships of human beings.

i wish.

still wishing hard.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004
22:07

it's over.



Letting out the noise inside of me
Every window pane is shattering
Cutting up my words before I speak
This is how it feels to not believe

Saturday, September 25, 2004
19:04


as promised! ((: only 3 more to go! silly por! dont bash yourself all up! cheerios ok! ((: love love!
-van!



18:38

3!
t-h-r-e-e
that's my favourite magic number of the week!

i keep telling myself that i should be used to your actions by now.
but i'm not.

i know i have no one but myself to blame for the current state i'm in.
but i blame everybody else too.

i know i'm expecting too much but if i stumble this time, i may never get back up again.
maybe i will but it's going to take a painfully long time. :/

karm eiz and pokk! i love you 3 so!
--hugs tight-
:)

Friday, September 17, 2004
22:19

first week is exams is over!
finally!
like what qiu said today, we've completed 9 papers!
9!
can you believe it? --grins broadly-
well, 9 down, 9 more to go!
:):):)

feel as if i'm running a never ending race.
i cant even see the water point for god's sake.
if only someone will offer me a towel or a cap and make this run easier.
:)

masterful.
adversaries.
knack.
routinely.
ronald reagan; his aw shucks folksiness
john kennedy; his soaring rhetoric
franklin roosevelt; his intimate fireside chats

extremely mind-boggling i tell you.

Sunday, September 05, 2004
20:28

what if i'm expecting too much?