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profile | with selfless faith.
entries | the whole earth shakes.
Friday, September 14, 2007 | 8:40 PM
no one in tiz world iz perfect, especially me. i cant do things perfectly. i cant expect evrything to b great evry single day. there will owaes b smth tts bothering me. & my feelings? mayb they r juz not important anymore. & mayb itz juz a test for me/us. haish. anywae, ytd's practical turned out fine. ms lee said it was gd. im glad. & ytd's maths lesson was dead boring. it was soo long. & i've juz realised tt i'll get nervous wen i hav to go & do ques at e whiteboard. & today..lessons were okaes, except for e 3 periods of ss. i feel soo tired. & training after sch was a short one. im sick of it. i shall end here. oh wait, & happy 1yr anniversary to the-soo-loving-couple, farhah & khairi. & i think i wanna go n study somewhere tmr. anywhere, anytime, anyone. gdbye. take me as i m.