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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Next to You.
Thursday,
Had a rather solemn and emotional lesson at the end of the day. Mdm Goh, impression in me used to be somewhat a madwoman, because of her hair and the way she stares at you. So somehow, the impression changed, because she broke down in class after receiving an sms from her brother, her mother was in critical condition.
Loans and securities were diverted to learning to treasure your loved ones. Being emotional, i shed a few tears, after hearing her experiences and also i sympathize with her.
I respect her.
Northpoint-ed with him.

Friday,
A damn drained out day in school, simply reserved for projects, projects and more projects.
But near the end of the day, kalai and i did some c-walk and shuffling.
Northpoint-ed with him.

Saturday,
It's the start of weekend.
I'm preparing to go chinatown with him.

French toast mon amour daily.

Maybe we're friends
Maybe we're more
Maybe its just my imagination
But i see you stare just a little too long
And it makes me start to wonder
So baby call me crazy
But i think you feel it too
Maybe i, maybe i
just gotta get next to you.



Til then,
i'm still loving my hubby.