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09 February 2007
sigh.i need runjie.to listen to me.
apparently,she's busy with her 9001.
sigh.
i suck at rifle drill.
i miss baton.and the contingent complaining about how pain their armpits were.
miss those bus trips where we could just shout across to eachother and pissing the teacher off.
i wanna go back to the past.
where i'll be in my mummy's womb.
and i'll pray that mummy had a miscarriage.
dont say you'll cheer me up when you're busy with something else.
or even when you're troubled yourself.
i dont like empty promises.
the more you say.
the more deceived i feel.
23:23
