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It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time. Tallulah Bankhead
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Friday, August 21, 2009 @ 8:32 PM
This morning, i woke up to receive a message from steph. She didn't turn up for PIPC1 semestral exam today. I feel like murdering fever and nausea for her. That poor girl has studied so hard only to feel unwell today. But don't worry steph, that means more time to study. You might even do better, so you can revise PIPC for the third time:)
The test was alright, manageable i guess. I studied, but maybe i'll get a just pass. Better not get my expectations too high, or my disappointment would be greater :/
Charmaine and Kent were scaring me again today. The four series of Saw. I did feel alot better after watching the making of Saw though. But those two were villians. They had to describe the torture machines, their functions, and which body parts were dislocated or torn apart in the end. Idiot.
Well it rained heavily just now. As i watched the water droplets hit the pavements and window panes it just feels like the sky's venting it's emotions. Cool stuff.
Anyway, i'm battling with headache now. Not a very good sign.


Ken, the ghost festival reminds me of you. The other day i was viewing his facebook profile. Among the only five photos he's got, i see my picture with him. And that instantly reminds me of our past times. You're still dearly missed here yeah.