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Friday, April 13, 2007

wats worst then death is that when you know you're going to die... and can't spend every last ounce of ur time with the people u love...

sorta sad aint it... was watching smallville then poor Ryan had to die. I noe i noe its just a show. but he died of brain tumor, which is sorta common nowadays... so you know... siiighz.

at least my headaches has stopped. my eyes dont hurt anymore.
lucky bi. while i was sweating my butt off she went to get a massage.
and actual massage...
how lucky is that?
one of the perks of being an only child eh?

i had a dream that night. sorta weird. it was like... 20 of us were stuck in a building while there were creeps and things outside (zombies. monsters. etc) then alot of people were trying to save us (who died in the end). then i got so frustrated that i ran out and wanted to avenge the people who died trying to save us. but by the time i got out, i was exhausted cuz the lifts weren't working and i had to run like... 20 floors while two of my clones were chasing me. um yeah. so when i got out i started shooting the monsters (which was pretty cool) then cuz there were so many that one stuff its hand through my chest (yucky) and thats when i woke up.
see? weird dream rite? but i liked the dream, cuz i felt brave. haha.

so anyway... its like 11.30 rite now. think im gonna go sleep
fang kao. =]
have tuition 2morrow with bi.
chinese tuition.
eeek. lol.

love. fung

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