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i blogged on Sunday, August 27, 2006

had wanted to write about the night cycling thing.
but...
nah. cant be bothered.
there's just too many details. xx

so bored and tired lah.
really wanna go out and enjoy
but stuck with books at home.
not storybooks,
but textbooks and notebooks.
bleh.

another few more months to freedom!
the thought of it jus makes me smile
and wish this period of exams end soon.

oh had really weird dreams recently.
yesterday night's especially.
it's so...
movie-like.
not going into the details though.
too many to describe.
and my dream the night before was horrible.
this kid jus died in my hands
after getting shot by some guard
from outside the window.
cant remember the little boy's face now.
but he just looked so innocent. =/

perhaps i've been thinking too much lately
and havent got enough sleep.
hahahaha.
nevermind those dreams.
they arent real anyway.
and they certainly wont come true,
or will they?
ha. see im thinking too much again.

to everyone out there having their major exams,

all the best! =)