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winnie. 20yrs old. unpredictable,period. winnie_hazel@hotmail.com

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Thursday, May 24, 2007

actually wanted to blog during my lunch time today, was back early from lunch with qj. but left about 5mins? the time when i was told that i can do my own stuff, that is, wasnt enough. just went on to do my stuff.

i dont know why. i'm dont even wanna feel like listening to my ipod on my way to work anymore, for fear that a sad song might make me feel worse. and all i wanna do after work is to get home, where i feel secure. and i hate it when i'm alone, like now, quiet and scared, and without an idea whats going to happen.

think positive, always manage to persuade myself once in a while, i got the scoldings i got the nice talks. just feeling mixed now. i hope i can survive the another 3months. 3mths rit? about 100 days? i dont know. its far. and i dont know what will be the outcome of this.

yet, i thank my family and frens who have showed concern, and all, and God.

i shall turn in early. i hate the images and words recurring in my mind. and i'm trying to pull myself together.
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