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smile, even if it's going to be a fake one.
because things will get better somehow.
because the sun still shines for you.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
im just to afraid, and scared to admit that ive wasted my one whole week of holidays. i swear i didnt do anything fulfilling. damn it. but blame it on harvest moon man~ i got tempted again, after my last 'connection' with it during the june holidays. and this holiday... i was waiting so patiently just for CLIFF to propose to me. argh~ and i felt like stabbing[ my dancepartner's stabbing action ] myself. my dancepartner told me today yesterday that i wasnt suppose to be waiting for CLIFF to propose, im supposed to buy that blue feather and propose to him. argh~

anyway, went to my nanny's place on thursday. i miss her real much.. but i felt too ashame knowing that i dont know what food she likes... i shall and will do another dancepartner's stabbing action... "SHING~!"

after thursday, i seriously want to get back my childhood.

i really dont want to grow up.
i hate studying.