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Truth is known only to its victims;
Life tells the biggest lies of all,
And draws wages from itself

Twisting Illusions

Franchesca, Ches
23 Sep 1991
SACian before
Thespian now

I gazed up above
Counting every star
With hands grasp tightly
Wishing the fire would never burn out

I called, I screamed, I yelled
Not once did you turn
Now with my faded voice
I longed for illusions

Even if it's a lie,
Tell me what i want to hear

Christine Teo

David

Esther Tay

Hui Shuang

Jasmine Foo
Jingle Bells
Justina Gay

Kel Lim
Kel Relationshits

Leon
Lynn

Rachel

Sherri Chong
Serene
Skye

Wendy

曲翔之

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Friday, 13 February 2009

Hello. Today, like yesterday, was a simple one. Nothing special, nothing interesting. For the past few days, almost to a week, I've been experiencing a bad headache. Not sure the cause of it. Neither do I bother to find out the cause of it. Things are still as stagnant which means that everything is still in a mess.

I went to look for Mrs Koh but she wasn't free today. She'll arrange to meet me when she's free. Well, erm, I suppose that's about it.

I totally forgot to blog that today is my elder sis's birthday. Right, some sister I can be huh. Well, Happy 19th Birthday to her! We celebrated her birthday at my uncle's cafe. Nothing much was done besides the normal blowing of candles. I met my aunt and both of us had a little talk. The type of talks that everyone would have heard. Relationship. Such topic would be told often by parents, teachers, aunts and friends.

Time passed and I became drowsy. Walking down my corridoor made me recall that each time I'll look forward to opening the door where she'll be there jumping and wagging her tail as if it's coming off. Now, the area is silent as if things were undisturbed. Never mind, let's drop the topic. Stop talking.

Bye.