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Friday, June 24, 2005

had class from 8 - 9.30 today...
met sheryl and gang together to go SIM.
he's there again...
i wonder why...hmm...

wadever it is, i had 4hrs of breaks today, so quite slacky lah...
but then when lynn went off for class...then sheryl...
i was feeling alone again...went to the pre-booked project room....
only to see sakeenah and her fren...but they left so soon...like in 10 minutes after i saw them...
was all alone in the big room...felt lonely, damn lonely....decided not to use the room anymore, maybe the room could be of better use to someone doing proj ba...
walked alone all the way to blk 80...it's so quiet...really...
i feel lyke crying but ppl will juz think i'm silly to cry for no reason...
then went to lab, am glad that my classmates (some) were in there...

dar promise to wait till 4.30...but classes for me is so draggy...
i finished at 4.20 but only manage to rush off at 4.40...
called to find out that he juz went out of the school....
but then he waited for me at the next bus stop partially cuz of chen hwee ba...
all thanks to him, i get to see dar.
haiz...
gonna be a long weekends for me again...
and this time i know what to do inorder not to miss him that badly...
i'm returning back to myself...
i'm going to pack all my time, doing tons of things...
juz wanna be so busy that i wouldnt have the time to think of anything...

it's only when i stop, did i realise how impt you're to me.
it's only when i think, did i realise i'm that vulnerable.
it's only when you're around, did i find myself secure and safe from everything.
dar, you're everything to me. do not feel bad. you nv owe me anything. never.

Blogged @ 8:52 PM
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