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Friday, May 05, 2006 Y 12:43:00 AM


rahh felt so dumb when i thought someone was breaking in,
when i actual fact i just found out from my mother that those humans
were just trying to get that ant nest-like thing,
and therefore the use of broom and some long sharp thing,
as seen from the inside.
talking to sarita was hilarious when she told me about her chinese oral,
but when it came to the topic abt break-ins,
i freaked out lah.
stop it charmaine.
oh wells managed to do till 2004 only, better than nothing lah.
gonna wake up like 515 to get breakfast ready for the brother,
and plus look through some maths stuff.
oh yes it feels weird without the mother around.
like i kinda miss her, weird man.


i like the song collide :)
even the best fall down sometimes.
oh so true, a matter of when we fall only.



When what the world finds, or rather tries to find
security in just makes me feel insecure.
only You and You alone can make me feel secure deep down.
oh no the need to reach out is just so.
i know it's seriously gonna be tough but help me will You? :)
can't bear to see so many of my friends,
esp closer ones just live in blindness and darkness.

rahhh just felt like blogging.
i should really be off now.
hopefully my brain can still function for maths.
goodnight people.




recorded at12:43:00 AM




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