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Friday, November 04, 2005
i miss...

daddy said i seem to miss and want a lot of things. we both concluded what we miss:
we miss the times when we had our own little clique.
it was the only thing that kept me going and staying in school.
we all know things can never be the same anymore.
now we just look back at the times we laughed and studied together.
had so many suppers, so many fits of laughter after 4 in the morning, so many overnight studying, so much joy and happiness. so much comfort.

now we've all gone our separate ways.

hope things will get better next sem =)

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graduating. and pretty much lost. black hair, brown eyes, never sick of sashimi.

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