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Tuesday, October 13, 200910:08 PM

yeah! ive submitted my assignments and projects. what a relieve. you have no idea what i have to go through just to get approve. one hell of a ride.
yesterday. was a tiring yet an awesome day. end school as early as 5.30, walked all the way to store where i went to meet lulu and took bus to ion to meet yus. hang out. bitch about and head home. i didn realise how much i miss hanging out with lulu. i did wanted to come to her place to paint her pink.
today. submitted my last project. stress was building up for the first hour as the print outs weren up to standards and questions being asked were just making me go crazy. ended class early again. rush out of class to avoid a certain someone but unfortunately i failed. went to meet mom and baby sister at plaza to have my hair cut and dinner.
im exhausted. from the last minute project i did overnight. slept less than 4 hours for the past one week. from the back to back work i did. from the house-keeping i did in store.
i just wanna tear my heart away. i wanna tear everything away. i wanna smoke til i die.
for the first time in my life, i want someone to be there for me to lean on. hearing all my friends sorrows and troubles, they have no idea that i would wanna be in their shoes and work things out with that someone special. compare to me, they are much very fortunate.

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