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Patricia. i love the sea but i hate the beach. big difference.


talk time




no, you tell me

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Saturday, July 29, 2006


I have not completed the freaking portfolio.
And I don't think I wanna care about it anymore.
Oh wait, I don't. But why do I even bother continuing.
I don't exactly care if my teacher calls my parents.

I'm feeling horrible this morning.
Not because of school. Many other things.

And I just ran out of Snapple, making my life worse than it was.
Does anyone want to get me another bottle?
Probably not.

The thought of moving back to the Philippines just makes me even sadder. I love Singapore, I love the Philippines too. Can't I just stay here until sec four, dad?
I don't want a new school.
I'm fine with this one.
I know this isn't my decision. But still.
I want to stay here. I don't want to say that I refuse to move back. I mean, it's my country back there, right. Well, I don't know if you understand how I'm feeling. Cos right now I really need that one person to talk to.

And he isn't even here.

baby we'll see us through, if we get it together.


9:55 PM
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