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Nabeelah is the name.
Eightteen is the age.
18NOV1991
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Ngee Ann Poly, Sch of HSN

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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

OH MY GOD!
I HAVE ONLY GOT LIKE ONE MONTH EEFORE MY SEMESTER EXAMS.
GOD, I WILL BE IN YEAR THREE IN LIKE ABOUT FOUR MONTHS.

anyways, i've got so much of things to be done!
screw those projects, screw the datelines, screw the grading!
god, i dunno if i can ever take it man!
if only i vould go back to 2.2, i will enjoy schooling so much more.
ever since 2.1 started in october, i've been dragging my arse up to sch.
if it werent were those wonderful friends i have, i would possibly have hated sch completely.
they seriously make the day.

this day marks the fourth year of my mum's anniversary.
time really flies.
it has been four years, and i wonder if i have ever come to terms with it yet.
i guess not. it's a wound that would never heal, no matter waht happens.
and yes, i think i found everythg in a hard way.
i guess i realize everythg when it is always too late.
i can never go back in time, change what has happened
as they say, no use crying over split milk.
i just have to accept my life as it is.
with a part of the life missing, a rather impt part.
the puzzle will never be solved again.
and she wonders, if she can ever be truly really happy again

i seriously wish i could be a child again
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