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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

she woke up with butterflies in her stomach thinking that today will be the BIG day...with anticipation, she went to her alma mater, every second was an agonizing moment.. now it comes.. she got her results.. her teachers crowded around her..she wept, for sadness or happiness she doesnt know.. it was more of the gratitude she haf for the sch n teachers.. the race was tough.. the supports was tremendous..

today is her bday.. it's juz another day... no one rmbs anyway.. but the saddest thing was...she actually discover something on this day...

to you:
dun worry...today, it'll be the last trg i will go to... thx for the happy moments in the past..

~* happy bday to me...


my blood dried @ 10:55 AM