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Friday, January 13, 2006

its the last last day of orientation. we basically had fun and more fun. (: dance party! haha a lot of us were like so HIGH lah. but i wasn't, until only the last part. dance and dance. and stuart will get giddy. HAHAHAHA. he's so damn lame. arnd 4 hours of partying is enough to drive me insane. i think the mass dance rocks more than sn's family dance. LIKE DUH.

there's still trng tmr. yep. poor me. i can't wait for school to start. i don't regret coming to nj. at all. i don't regret leaving sn. i don't know if i'll start to regret soon. oh well, i shall take one day at a time. =D

and yay, hopefully there's bbq at yunjie's house nxt week. haha. i'm still quite high now, can't get to sleep leh. how how?

where were you today? i miss you. your smile, your voice. i've been wondering, have i fallen too deep?
; till we see the falling star.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.