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Monday, January 03, 2011
Conquer. @ 9:10 AM

I am getting funny isn't it.
Things around us were and actually are quite amusing. There are and were things you didn't see, you missed. You can't change the ending that has happened, but you can always start anew and have another ending. :)

School is as it is. Nothing much, since it's the start of the school. Talking about that, assignments are falling in, and teachers are already talking to us about FYP. Talk about how time flies. Anyhow, travelled all the way to bugis, grabbed stuffs and dance rehearsal.

Two days. It's getting on me. I need to buck up. I need strength from the above. God. Help me.

There is this feeling. Like. Cooping yourself in this camping tent, with your magic camping bag (Like hermione's). :)


p/s: Peter pan. It's like a dream. Why have you got to be a Peter pan.


When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.