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When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional.

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Sunday, August 9, 2009

Hahah! Blogger is even more screwed up then ever. But at least the upload pictures button is visible. BUT I REALISED THE BUTTON IS VISIBLE BUT NOT CLICKABLE. darn.

Rewind to friday.
1hour before ff tutorial, grace and me decided to go clementi walk walk. Settle down at arcade! Play basketball and another throwing the small soft ball games. And till now, my right hand hurts. I think we played until too "chicken move" le.

I wished I could do more for Joey during her bbq party. Like reach earlier or set up the place... Same feeling I got, during Maine's party. Oh well, she likes the present(: Walked home with Joanne around 12plus, by then I was like spouting rubbish same as her. Not due to alcohol, cause we drink none, but I think cause we both very very tired. Syafiq was hilarious, he actually forgotten I was in the same secondary school as him. .__.

Time check today - 7pm
I hope to start on Blaw assignment, some productive work. But I can hear my book calling out to me. "Weeeeeyinn Weeeeeeyinnn"
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay