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Saturday, February 16, 2008



yay i got my e65 back!(:(:
oh ytd i slept at like 8?gosh scaryyyy.
it must be the aftermath of cross country&gym pe(though we didn't do anything much)&all those late nights.
right,milo has a new friend called chocolate!yay!:D
&vday in ac is over!my jellyhearts were melting like mad&i was so sad.
but everyone still said it tasted nice(:
ytd was moody moody day&1sd1 sold cotton candy.
me&dear alitheia had heart to heart talk before pe.she helped so much(:
too bad for our emo emo day.
me,yinglin&qingyun were so behind chem&we still excused ourselves for tutorial.
&we ponned the previous day's math lecture.
but we vowed we'll turn over a new leaf haha!
there is so much hw to do but im gg visiting ltr sigh.

because you did the sweetest thing.
because i am so afraid i can't be perfect.
thank you sweetheart.


i miss,


p.s. i love you