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Symptoms of A Failing Heart

Thursday, April 14, 2005

The Fiction We Live

seNGET crossed his heart at 12:50 AM  
just got back from airport subway with qingan, paul, tong, black, bah geh and wenyan. as usual, we were slacking there and playing dai dee most of the time. can't imagine by few days time, i'll be off to the airport almost everyday for work. also, had popeye chicken for dinner again. i've felt my throat more sore by the day. need to start to control or i'll fall ill again. ok when we got back reached the bus stop, realised that someone had messed with yan's lock and therefore, we couldn't get the bike out. so we called for help from the police instead. as i couldn't wait for the police to arrive, i went home first. hope everythingis alright. think the rest would be going someone's house to watch soccer later tonight.

anyway, i've missed another maths make-up lesson today cause the teacher said he won't debar me due to the wonderful performance for both of my maths test. hahaha. but i still will go next week just to push up my attendance first. finally, the FULL LOAD of stress is off my back already after hearing what the teachers said. i guess my results are just too good to be debarred. muahahaha.

alright thats all for today. it's a short entry cause i've realised that most of my entries are too long-winded. i'm sure people see already, would be too lazy to read.

"she keep on asking "do you think it hurts much to die?"
"it's hurting so much more to stay alive now."
she's gonna find out how much it hurts to die.
she laced her perfume up with death
feel it in my lungs.
so i'll pull in the deepest breath,
and drop my head."


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