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♥ Thursday, January 10, 2008♥

Skipped morning lesson due to overslept. Went school for math test. Randomly done it. Took train home. On the way home in mrt there's a small boy sitting inside of us. He's very chubby and he talked so loudly. "Like why is the train stopping. What's going on!" With amanda beside me, of course she burst into laughter. She kept laughing at the boy. So bad of her. Quite a number of strangers noticed that we kept laughing about the boy. I felt abit embarrassed. The crowd became lesser as the train reaching near tampines. When i looked at amanda, she was sitting both her leg up on the sit. She alway treat public places like her house. She doesn't care what people thinks of her. Not a bad character with that. Droped by to find siew mei at her working place and headed home soon.

*Sorry that i not picking up ur phone call and replying ur msg. Because i can't think of anything to talk to me. Suddenly felt so weird to talk to u.*


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Legs up on the sit


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In the train


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MISSING U... @ 10:00 PM