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buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

entries about chat links




breakaway
One day a large balloon will appear out of nowhere,
and bring me somewhere faraway.

Nostalgia
Tuesday, June 8, 2010 // 11:10 PM

I woke up cursing locvid for almost 20 min or so. I wished I was Sherri; I wished I didn't check facebook, was still sleeping at home and let my phone die of batt so that the world could not disturb me. Ignorance is indeed a bliss - - But again, at least I finished the editing for the 3 projects for tutorial today.

Very long hours of marcom mugging today (postponed everything I initially planned to do today that's not related to common test to other days). Oh my god, realised how perfectionist I am. Hopping through different methods because they were either super time-consuming, ineffective or I just didn't like the presentation of the notes. Come on, Marion, its just revising.

Memories are good stuffs. They don't lie. But they only show, they don't tell.

Sometimes people may think, "Well, not like we are close at all in the first place." when a friendship fails. Right. Who aren't strangers in the first place? It's kinda easy to forgot the feeling of closeness; when its with you, you don't feel it, when its gone, you forgot how it feels. Eh wait, how to forgot something you didn't feel?

Macbook can you please control the electrons in you.

Medsoc here I come.

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