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12 January, 2005

Back To Skool Tomorrow

Yo man. Juz came home from camp. Honestly, it was tha best I've ever had! We had choruses and sing-a-longs and cheers. Had fun. There, met a lot of new fwenz. My trainer was so fweakin' great! Power! (Fuy-yo..!) Hehe. I really missed tha camp. I dun think I could explain wad happened there. It's like totally out-of-control!! Ps: Mr Tsung could really shake his arse! He dance to tha Geylang Chick dance! Woohoo!

Holy phuck! During tha past 3 dayz, I missed someone really, really bad. Ok lar, besides her. Nope, not my mum. Not my dad either. Give up?! Ok lar, it's actually Astoria! U noe my guitar. Damn, I couldn't sleep at nite thinkin' of it. First person I go to when I reached home is her. Man, it feels gweat to finally had her in my arms. (it's my guitar?!) Wat-ever lar.

"u know i can't smile without you
i can't smile without youi
i can't laugh, and i can't sing
i i find it hard to do anything
and i feel sad when you're sad
i feel glad when you're glad
and if only u knew, wat i'm goin' thru
i just can't smile, without you.."

reminisced;
- 7:01 PM