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To the stars that played with the darkness
I sang of love and burned up completely

Monday, February 24, 2003 @ 9:52 PM

sigh i felt like shit today... i asked my classmate whether she wanna do the management project with the same project group (which obviously includes me) she gave me the i dunno, see 1st reply. The second time i asked her the same question, she said dun i want to do with another group etc? Sigh sometimes i wish im in a different class or at least i get to mix with other people. perhaps im the problem, BIG SIGH. The image she portrayed is like a big hypocrite, asked me to do project with her and said that im one of her closest friend in school and this is how she treat me.....im not sure how long i can put up all with this crap.



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