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Scribbling [a] Runaway History


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I'm Sylvia. I enjoy the company of good friends and food.
I'm currently,
serving as a chair at Teck Ghee Youth Executive Committee;
chasing dreams at Molehill;
and doing Marketing & Public Relations at Levitate Studios.

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Friday, 29 July 2005
where are you today?
where have you been today?
how come i don't see you.
how come i don't hear you.
how come i don't sense you.
i feel so cold.
haiis.
what more can i do.
just sit by a side and lo0k at you.
but there is never a glimpse of hope you give me.
haiiis.
ai YA~~
i haiis so much.
lyk one insane woman.
haii yo.
chew today lyk not happy with how the band is performing.
can't be bothered lahs.
i only care about masree.
tts all!
hahahs.
i can't believe i feel so tired.
i am like so bochaup.
i cannot be bothered lerhs.
i have no energy to.
so i would just like ;; shrug it off?
hahahs.
but my shoulders don't feel any lighter.
its all the same.
so much to do.
and so little time.
i have to plan my day properly.
i waste almost one third of my day thinking of what to do of what i am gonna do for the other two thirds of my day.
hahas.
isn't that crap.
anyway.
i can't be bothered with whats up with me,
but i am so bothered by how ppl are defined as.
i can't help it.
but i spend most of my time in class looking at ppl and observing them.
i smile , raise my eyebrows, sigh or even cry when i observe my classmates.
i think of how i met them fo rthe first time.
then think of how their horoscope describes them.
and then conclude in my mind whether i can accept it or not.
lame huh.
but it sorts of occupies alot of my mind.
and i sort of cannot concentrate on anything i do.
including EATING.
YES.
E-A-T-I-N-G.
oh mann.
hahahs.
how i wish i could just snap out of it.
okay.
i suppose its time i slept.
hahahs.
good nite peeps.
SMILE. ='))