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Wednesday

i always have this urge to blog after reading my fren's blog. she is my pri sch fren(same class in pri 2 or sth), then we went to same sec sch(most of us did anyways), then went to sa where i left for ac after first 3 mths. whose bdae is just a day after mine and we live near to each other! if im not wrong, we were both delivered in gleneagles. cool right! yeah...i think we were quite good frens last time, she was the first to bring me to a church(somewhere at cck, i just it as the same church tt my bro's fren goes to), the first fren tt i met who rears cat at home. pretty gorgeous cats! aye...i have no idea how this friendship faded comfortably into memories. while other lingers persistently, tugging ur guilt. argh. im just not a person who can maintain such stuff for long.

aye...studying gets me into such depressing moods! anyways...today, saw her with him, or rather, him with her! haha...shant mention names ah....aye...nvm about that anymore... went to climb after lunch...but fatigue gets the better of me...went back hall to slp after climbing for a while. no progress made today, argh!

woke up feeling groggy. looked at the clock, said 6:23 after snoozing it over and over. and somehow i thought i was late for lessons, when my earliest lessons only start at 8! and it was 6 in the evening for goodness sake. aye...freshened up and went to get dinner. feel so misplaced somehow. even though i've been living here for months already, i felt like a child going to school for the first time in my life, new to the people new to the environment, mal-adapted to the surroundings, and wary about how pple look at you. it's this kind of self-consciousness that makes u feel tired all over again.

anyways....gtg back to my tutorial...

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