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

Saturday, August 11, 2007 @ 9:25 PM

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One of those rare days that i don't find myself caught in a tuktuk frenzy.

I'm done with sunday school craft preparation and there's no kids ee (secretly shouting yeay) tmrw!

I have the guts to eat alone, shop alone or read alone without being labeled pathetic.. but i dun think i dare to take a stroll alone down those alleys in arab street or suntan alone in sentosa. Maybe someday...

Maybe tmrw is a good day to do some reading somewhere.

Something similar to what elliot used to write... I missed hanging out with you but i haven quite figured out who you are.


*referring to my girlie chums



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