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Friday, September 30, 2005

partial insomnia.
think that's what i'm suffering from.


how should i describe today?
well, things went smoothly.
so it should be pretty ok.


towning i went.
yupps. my forte.
den it was over to his place.
it was pleasant.
no fights, no arguments.
that's an improvement.
ended off pretty well.



oh wells.
i'm sure things will be better.


FOM paper on wed was OK.
but.. it was mentally exhausting.
so much to write.
and hell if you didn't study any one part,
you're in for it.
thank god i didn't miss one out.
PHEW.
3hr paper. i survived! hahas.
i finished it in 2. so yeaps.



an emotional blurr (my current state)
i wanna revisit places we used to frequent.
the airport, esplanade(choc.fondue!), suntec,
your place(in the east), bk(where we met),
so many places. so many memories.
when it was just the both of us.
siggh. danngs. i should think no more.
it's only gonna cause emotional scarring.



ANYWAYS,
i'm learning to appreciate the littlest things.
be happy with what i currently have.
even if it hurts, what's this little torture?
without suffering there can be no compassion.
afterall, we get tested over and over again.
though i wish it wasn't so...
i don't know what to add.
my heart belongs to him.
i just wish things were like before...



stop me from thinking too much.



take me from this place. let me breathe your love. let us be in love...


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