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this is my life.




significance.

we were one, on 03/08/08

twilightdances.

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    hear the words.



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    Monday, May 11, 2009

    BSc Management sounds terrifying.

    i was really hoping for something like Double Major in Communication and Psychology, but i know that there will be a time when practicality rules over passion.

    i know.

    such is the reality of life.

    you might think that i should go for passion, go for it all the way. but that's not the way i think now.

    nobody said university was easy.

    i hope i clear it.

    because i dont want to regret it.



    baby, i really hope you clear it too.
    im rooting you on all the way.

    i have faith in you.





    just another week to my 21st. somehow it doesnt feel like a big deal.


    *when the sun shines down hard on us we will complain till the cows come home and pray for the rain to come,

    but when the rain falls in heavy sheets, we blame the bad weather for keeping us indoors and prevent us from doing everything else, and we hope the sun comes out soon.*

    the ways of singaporeans. live with it.


    4:54 pm