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01 January 2007

its 2007, my first entry of the year. sad enough, i just got home from work.
anyhow, celebrations was great at ren's.
so 06's gone like a breeze but not much of a breeze. bumpy rides through out and especially since 2005 and 2006 merged into one. so much to mention about but there are just these friends that seem to perfect my life,
our friendship fell apart this year but we managed to pull through, and somehow, it makes me confident about telling you that i know this is going to last.
invisible friend.(: nothing's to hard to hide from you or tell you. your shoulder, the lowest yet the warmest.heh.
mail friend in 2005 is mia.
ninjas
the brothers.
PLUS...mr wabbit.(: may i just say 06 was disgusting at the start of the year. but then all's well
i'm embracing 07 with open arms.
i'm feelin awkwardly weird, the feeling of uncertainty still looms ahead. still as indecisive but i should just say i really hate working. major backstabbing and stuff like that makes me realise how cruel the real world is. i feel so unsheltered and lonely out there because you seem to be fighting this battle on your own. trust only yourself, we learn ought to shut up. i'm learning. and i hate it. it makes me miss school and all the real faces i see. superficiality in the real world rips my life, i hate it. it makes me want to cry because i miss the girls so much. i miss true faces and real souls.

11:43 PM


wendy
twenteen
sajc uoL



when the tough gets going
just keep walking