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Monday, April 17, 2006
12:33 AM

listening to: nickel creek - darkest hour

hmm..
acne koh wei ming painted my nails blue.
stained my nails. how glam.
my weekends gone just like tt.
sad.
left 5 days to my entry interview.
my art pieces are not done.
great.
i can't rmb recent events...
can't rmb conversations.
can't rmb what i'm supposed to do.
wonderful.
the cut on my head healed i think.
dried bits of blood on my pillow eew..
not puking anymore.
should be fine.
decided to give graduation ceremony a miss.
i dun have the guts to face him.
to even look at him.

i've stopped my msging.
i stopped it like u asked me to.
but the hurt inside doesn't seem to stop.


the only thing i remember.