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Sunday, October 17, 2004

here i am again. supposed to be mugging, but i'm instead looking at my old diaries. those that i used to have back in primary school. and i found this...

it's never too hard to find the words
the words to say to you.
you make it sound so easy just to talk
the way you talk things through.
you're never too tired to care
you're never too busy to just be there
i want you to know
you'll never be forgotten.
i'll treasure this relationship of ours.
and i'll be thinking of you.


oh boy oh boy, i'm so screwed for marketing. pffft. i've a good mind not so study for it.
and oh yah, please remember to print out the exam proof from NPal for tomorrow's marketing exam, or you'll not be given entry to the exam hall. good luck you all!
and after tomorrow, it's party time babes.


BimboQueen
10/17/2004 04:05:00 pm

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