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Saturday, June 20, 2009
School is Starting~ School is Starting~ 2 more days and sch is reopening. Now most of us will be very jealous of the sec sch cuz they can rest another 10+days. Yesterday Tan and Tay came over my house to stay over. It started off earlier when each and everyone of us were at our own home Chionging into Tp's Website to select our Cross-Displinary Subject(CDS). Sadly the website totally sucks, waited 2-3hrs AND still fail. So i only manage to choose my CDS hours ago... Probably the hot courses are already full. Yeepi~ Tay and Me exactly the same and the timing also very close. So most most probably we might be in the same CDS. Wish us luck and i might be in the same class. No idea why i open another paragraph cuz Sm and a few said that my blog got no paragraphing. Back to them staying over @ my hse. My house So So So dam Messy so i got to clean my house before they come. Spent 3-4 hours cleaning. I could say from hell become heaven. Start with me and Tan meeting Mart and Elaine and his 2 frens. So Weird~~ We went BanQuet Had Dinner and all went on seperate ways. S0 Ended up Tan and Tay @ my hse around 9+ Onward. Did nothing Much and they 2 dont 1 sleep so i ownself sleep lor~ p/s: Wee Screw CSA Project. I've Finally Completed End~ Take Care~ Labels: Things that happened and the footprints they left. |
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We celebrate our own funerals with cries even at our own birth
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