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Sunday, November 19, 2006 6:57 pm

Premonition.

I still don't know how to fully answer that statement wen-yi made.
I mean...This kind of thing ain't like a game of poker.
It's a two-way affair if that's how to correctly place it.
I may feel that way for A; but A may have a completely different perception of me (I've bad feelinga bout this)
So. Please..Until I manage to muster up the courage and actually talk to her and to finally ask for her name instead of labelling her as A; perhaps then will I like somehow, proceed?
Ha.
The first step is always the hardest.
For me. Before the first step (think of it as a goal), I have to overcome walls and walls, one thicker after the other, and barbed wires and artillery fire.
Sounds like a war zone.
To me. It really does seem so.
Adding to the fact that she too is a music buff, having the iPod earphones plugged into her ears with the music thumping away, I really don't know whether the nods that she give when I talk to her (if I do) are nods of acknowledgment or simply just nodding to the rhythm of the music.
Maybe I sound wave at her or something.
Yea.
And get sued for harrassement.
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Period!!
Happy Birthday Ker Wei. =)) Will be treating you nicer the next time.XD..No la. I ain't that mean to that little fellow


this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.