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It's so bad I couldn't sleep last night. I ended up singing songs of worship in my heart. Hoping the anxiety won't break me apart. Just when I thought I lost some consciousness the party down the park got started. They blew up a huge balloon house, house balloon, whatever u call it. And kids from all over came to jump on it. At fucking 8am. And there was the loud speaker that they so had to use.

I realised it has been a week since I last updated.

So I just spent 7 hours doing journal entries in the study room at the community centre. I've been a good girl. Pray let me do well. Please.

My holidays went boom. Fun. Work. Work. Musuem. Work. Zouk. Work. Quiz. It's unfair. Coz when I had fun I was too busy to tell u all abt it. I suppose I won't be in a very good state till friday. When my two presentations end. Yet...I constantly think abt this particular course mate that I got to know this sem. She was one of my group mates for this presentation and she had two presentations on that very same day. And they were pretty tough seminars...AND she lives in Pasir Ris (my school is Boon Lay!~?) and she has tuition obligations on those same days that she was cramping for the presentations. She didn't even whine one bit when she was discussing with us. She was so professional I adore her.

I am so ashamed for whinning all the time, and I do so look forward to the day when I can be cool about stuff. Or at least try.

Happy little things

1. On Wednesday my Yoga instructor said I was flexible. "Zann u can do away with the belt coz you are flexible enough." I know!!!!

2. On Friday Ying msg-es me in the morning to tell me she thought of me lovingly. =)Its just one of those ironic things... Msg-es from Candice = 0

I have lots more to say really. Yet now isnt the right time for me to say them.

Oh Bi, AdeL has these Karaoke vouchers and she wanna ask u and serene along to sing...coz u always drive her home. She's been wanting to thank you. I know! Such a nag. =P

So I guess I'll leave u with this for now. I'll be rite back. =L

Sorrow is a fruit. God doesn't make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.