| Because love means going this far, |
[Feb. 5th, 201001:22 am] |
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| [ | Tune in |
| | Keri Hilson - Where did he go | ] |
 
Monday: Lab test, complete CompProg.
Tuesday: Lab test @ 9am. Wednesday: Psycho quiz (which is really turning me into a psychotic nutcase.), math quiz&assignment, complete CompProg.
Thursday: Longest day but dinner with zee boy.
Friday: I-don't-bring-anything-to-school day, Biochem quiz.
I can't remember the last time I've gone gaga over someone like a silly schoolgirl. I like when our fingers intertwine. And just today, I woke up and something felt damn surreal. I can't put my finger exactly to what, but whatever. Today was nice:)
Chinese new year, aka Loveday is coming soon, I cannot believe time is moving so fast. I don't want all of these to end. I hope none of this ends.
*snaps fingers* Reality check. It's four days into February, five days now that it's past midnight and I've a biochem quiz to sit for later on. I'll be out after that, with the boyfriend, from morning to evening. *small victory dance* And then I'll spending the night with the usual family dinner and then guitar with Joel.
Heehee, I'm broke now. :)
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| Someone told me I should take caution when it comes to love. |
[Jan. 31st, 201009:38 pm] |
| [ | Place |
| | Where else? | ] |
| [ | Feelin' |
| | loved | ] |
| [ | Tune in |
| | Shontelle - Impossible | ] |
Monday: Lab test, complete CompProg. Tuesday: Lab test @ 9am. Wednesday: Psycho quiz (which is really turning me into a psychotic nutcase.), math quiz&assignment, complete CompProg. Thursday: Longest day but dinner with zee boy. Friday: I-don't-bring-anything-to-school day, Biochem quiz.
A long week ahead from what it seems and it's exactly what I do not need right now. Thank goodfuckingness, the mains are after Chinese New Year.
In a really tiny nutshell, I'm done with uploading pictures that has been stale for the past month, in previous posts:) It would be the 3rd week tmrw...and counting! Love you bitch.
101. I still miss that boy.
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