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YY .Monday, November 09, 2009.

a random person dreamt of me crying. do i look that sad? i'm not sad! i'm just feeling super crappy, kind of stressed and suffocated these days. exam stress :| typical. and i totally got a shock on friday: dad had a minor eye op! he din tell us cos we're busy mugging for quizzes and exams. feel kind of useless to be so holed up due to exams. thinking abt exchange is a gd way to destress a little, and of cos some things will be put to the test during then. old rose said "A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets."



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