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Crystals
filled with memories
" Through those sad times
you held my hands till the end of the world. "
Sunday .
Sunday, 1 March 2009

Sunday aint the sunday i wanted it to be.

but it was ok..
Woke up in the morning, bathed, dressed up..
couldnt decide on wearin a belt or not.
but didnt in the end.
went for catachism class.
Besties didnt turn up.
):
Only jessica did.
from then, i thought, maybe this isnt the sunday i expected to be.
went for class, class couldnt be more boring than today.
Decided to be good and take down notes. -.-
I made an effort not looking at you-know-who
its an improvement.
hung out with jess during break. talked to cristian, josh and marc.
no idea how to fully spell his name.
niways. talked about amaths and how suckish sch was.
aft class, went for mass with my cousin. colin didnt turn.
saw him at the back though.
aft mass, talked to colin for awhile.
[blame me for taking his place]
Dude, ur name wasnt on it. lol
ate lunch. ice cream was all i needed to make my day
Baby bro text me. made me feel kinda ok.
went on the comp. talked to Besties.
Thanks Twilight buddy. cheerin up really works. (:
Talked about my social life thingg..
its gettin ok now.
hope stuff'll change tmr.
had a random convo with NC btw.

buhh-byee .

Its probably reverse phsycology .