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Sunday, December 21, 2008
On a glorious Sunday morning at 930am, Agnes and I found ourselves studying and destroying our brains at a certain Macdonalds. It turned out to be a slow and steady nine hours affair. It was @^#&@*# every half an hour after every math question. Why am I a student in this stupid education system! Life sucks, take drugs. Right, but Agnes I like studying with you because it's the only times I've been studying since holidays started :D


Oh and I cannot cannot do poems. I'm kinda regretting everything now. I'm not a lit student. Tralala.

When some things still puts a smile to my face even when I stop trying to remember things.
I think I hate your attitude towards me but I don't know why I keep putting myself back in the same pathetic position. and I don't like to think (: Maybe I need random nightwalks to get back on track.


I believe I can fly,
I believe I can touch the sky.
What a motivation!
Back to slow and steady snail trying her best to finish her homework before the holidays end. Damn. I swear I need help.