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And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

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Sunday, June 27, 2004
/ 1:02:00 PM

ok false alarm. maybe the most disgusting thing was the urine test. and i didn't smile when my x-ray was taken. wonders if i can retake again. Luckily i didn't study for my blood test. because there wasnt any.

went shopping again yesterday. mummy's birthday. ate at nydc. mum said the food was ex. but dessert was good. yum. with the 2 grouchy males around, i rather they disappear. spoils the mood during lunch. bought groceries from carrefour. and a pillow for hall. tops from dorothy perkins. bottom from esprit. of course the stuff was on offer. if not we wouldnt spent a cent. haha. had hans kaya toast for dinner. and dome coffee upon reaching bishan. my treat. lolx.

going to meet the boyfriend later. not mine of course. still happily in love (and hate) with myself.

school starting in a month. orientation the on the 5th. excited yet worried. what if i cant fit in or the people i meet are obnoxious or arrogant or fakely accented ones. will i be an outcast because i talk too fast or maybe less expressive with views compared to other communication students? what if i'm not good enough to be a communications student?

ok maybe i'm worrying too much. the first day fo school is always a worry of this and that.



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