It's a time to LOVE.

Thursday, July 22

Im so rude to my mum……I duno wat im doing….why….. im vry sad…..vry sad……now im hiding in my room……crying…..feeling vry awful……and touch….my mum juz came in to my room…..she ask mi to collect my photos later at 6pm…..she sounded vry caring……her words are so smooth….and she dun feel angry abot wat I had done juz now….she noe that im sad……she noe wat im feeling….im vry touch reali…..im reali sori 4 wat I have done…..im vry ‘pec’ and im vry stress…..is like suddenly got so much times to do and im not gear….there’s too much…..too much…..till almost every nite…..i have too burn midnite oil…..i dun even have the time to rest……im vry stress and irritated…..if sum1 reali makes mi angry at the wrong timing….i think I will reali flare up……I will reali do it and cry…….almost every unpleasant things I do…I will cry…..i think im indeed to soft-hearted…..haiz…
Tml…..after school…..our class intented to organized a farewell party 4 our dear fren, Justin……although im not reali tat close to much and we hardly talk…..it’s a reali sad thing that he’s leaving us to perth…..haiz…. reali hope that he will be hapi over dere……
Im still sick……sick……sick…..sick……one week le……still haven recover…..haiz……duno whet ml can run or not……got PE…..i scared later like last week…….as im running rite……nose block……ear block…..and sore thoat…..vry hard to run lolz…haiz…….i think I can la…..okok….but hor……band….BAND!!!! I reali dun feel like going…..vry stress……STRESS!!!!!...haiz……sianz…..=’-(
Thursday.....22 July 2004......Time, 05:41pm......

Time to Love. Y
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