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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).






Thursday, January 15, 2009

how amazing when i'm still attracted to looking at you after many days of anti-you. i know it is stupid but i can't help but look and hope. all the no-no has made my heart pump a little bit slower and ache a little less.


the look on his face was funny. i guess i never got a real chance to laugh at someone's hair since i have always been the one being laughed at. i bet he was demoralized, to be laughed at once he reached our table. sitting with us and still being laughed at. it was pretty sad when we even took a picture and started laughing at it. i mean it was worth a laugh but it was a pretty depressing. i understand how you might feel. =X


cost accounting sucked. i couldn't study, and i knew exactly i would pronounced dead... even before the test i knew where i was heading to. it was shock, it was anxiety, it was everything that made me go crazy losing my span of attention.


vivo-ed to make me be less stressed up. walking around aimlessly and the temptation to catch yes man at that instance. gosh i hope i did well. ):


i'm coughing till my eyes are filled with tears. i hope this pain subsides.