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born serene oh but not old.
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i stress, i am not old.
i would prefer to be called, mature.

It's not a dream if it came true,
but we exist to dream.
Make a wish,
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Friday, January 14, 2005 ♥9:27 PM

st margs
i miss st margs. i miss it so so so much. i miss all the people there. i miss the building. i miss the canteen. i miss the library. i miss the ITRs. i miss the hall. i miss the guides' room. i miss mrs lee. i miss everything.

was talking to mervyn and he told me that he decided to stay in MI. not bad. so i welcomed him back and he said he never left. then he wrote a line from a poem for VS : we never really come back to you Victoria, for we never really left
written by professor edwin thumboo, who happens to be the english language head at NUS. he was an ex-student. i gotta give him the copyrights.

after looking at this sentence, i got all emotional. images of st margs flashed through my mind. feel like crying. i miss it so so much, even though i just went back today. the days spent there were one of my greatest. still remember i was afraid to go back last thursday. now, i just want to go back so much. but, i can never do it again. because i don't really belong there anymore. to be able to go back fully, everyone has to be back. everything has to go back. mrs lee, stanley, ms wong, all my classes.

though my body has left, my soul still remains. the st margs spirit is still there.

i'm talking rubbish. my sentences don't link. nevermind. cya around. take care. miss you like crazy.