Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Friday, August 14, 2009

Put an end to it.

We should just stop arguing over insignificant issues. It is absurd.


School. School. School.
Tutorial ended a quarter before ten. Apparently, I rushed to school, for nothing?! With a snap of my fingers, I blew ten bucks on cab fare. Hamz got smarter this time, making a wise decision to forfeit a cab ride to school. Dominic Seah is actually a nice man. Quite the opposite of what we thought he was.

Just like last week, I spent my day with my lovely girls, but Mas passed since she was meeting her friend.


I would like to think that everything is back to normal. It seems like it has. I'm crossing my fingers. Apologies, for the previous post. I wasn't in the right state of mind.
You are just the sweetest little thing.



I (L) Thursdays.

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