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title: Hi blog
date: Saturday, November 13, 2010
time: 8:56 PM
Sorry blog that I haven't been updating you for awhile.. Well.. I haven't been keeping up with time either. So let's just share with each other for awhile.

Time flies, it was yesterday when my last O level paper ended. Taking up various lessons like japanese class, guitar and dancing. Really hope I'll get enough points to get into a poly.

Woah.. haven't been blogging for awhile and I've turned all rusty. Hope I will update frequently from now on despite how mundane my life is.

Try watching this.
'One more time, One more chance' for Byousoku 5 centimeters.

So wanting to study abroad, or rather emigrate. Gauge how much I hate Singapore, how much I dislike the people I know, how much you bother me. This isn't the life I want. There are ups and downs, no, not this kind. Everything seem so juvenile. I don't know how long I will last in this part of where I am.

Hypocrites, those that try to to get along because they HAVE to. Those that try to communicate to give yourself good impression from others. Hypocrisy.. Even I practise it sometimes.. And I feel so irritated. Because I MUST. God damn the feeling when you're doing something against your will.

That's all for pouring out I guess.

Time never seemed to move on for me, even for a nanosecond.


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