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August 05, 2009

nothing more.

I'M TIRED.
but i still have to wait up for my sister. there is only two sides that can happen when i'm tired: MOODY or HYPER. i know, thats like way extreme ends right?

school was S.C.H.O.O.L. well, i'm afraid to share that i might have failed my test(s)? GOSH! NADIA ELIZABETH SOH XIN MIN MUST BUCK UP! EXAMS ARE JUST AFTER AFTER AND A FEW WEEKS LATER FROM YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!GOSH!
the 'after-lesson' was pretty okay. except that i got my hands dirty with POND WATER!! and Bryan and Fi were like playing scissors-paper-stone during the talk. HAHA!! i never thought of SP to look so run down. but anyway, good experience.
i almost slept through the concert. but it was good and interesting to find out that people our age ACTUALLY can play really nice. especially the duets and quartets and stuff.

i feel like skipping school tomorrow but I SHALL NOT! yes!! I WILL SURVIVE!!!! okay, i'm talking nonsense now. SISSY PLEASE COME HOME NOW!! IF NOT, MY EYES WILL CLOSE AND YOU'LL BE LEFT OUTSIDE THE HOUSE!!

Nad.11:13 PM.
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