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Thursday, August 17, 2006

well, so restless today.

firstly was maths, practices.

chemistry, so sleepy. and shuryati goes so fast. ANTI-SHURYATI.

LCD, GOSH. bad news! new teacher. guess who? clue; she's capable of making me me giddy, someone whom i'm allergic to. IT'S HER, JAIME CHIA. how long am i gotta endure? blablabla~ ANTI ANTI ANTI.

after recess, shiat. i nearly cried. why, i asked myself. i don't know.

can't be bothered of what had happened after recess, just needed a shoulder, an embrace. there isn't. after school, went cwp with chea and menie. came home, finally, i cried. i'm like a kid, cry without reason. STUPID WENDY.

i need an empty grassland now. a gust of wind to sweep away my worries, the place where i get peace. YOU? you don't understand. i'll keep my sorrows with me, shares my happiness with you. i have 1001 questions on my mind now, will you beable to solve em' all?

where are you my love?
it's true my heart is torn apart.
what enchanted thoughts swim through your head?
are anyone of them of me?
who is honoured with your presence now?
the thought of you fills me with despair.
will i beable to love with no tears, pain, or doubt?
i love you.




9:30 PM



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ABRACADABRA
I'm real like that.

W for WENDY
Seventeen, SecondFeb.
She writes her stories on papers, To remind people of the timid her . Her expressive mind and delicate life, Problems come and they go within time. She takes her chances and waits, For everything to fall into place. Mistakes shall never be repeated twice, Move on quick and live on the life.

I ain't conceited, I'm just Awesome.
&This is my story.

It ain't so lively here.

Wendy Ashley




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