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Cheng Yunyuan, Bernadette;
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Friday, February 15, 2008

work tmr andd it'll be the last day.
i went around looking for something for my collegues.
its not easy getting farewell gifts though.
at least its the thought that counts(:
i hate the feeling of leaving.
i hate bidding farewell.
you can say i'm a pretty emotional person.
well, thats me.
i cry when i'm sad andd when i'm real angry.
the only person that made me felt so touched that i cried, was my eldest brother.
he called me when he was away for commando training in taiwan on my birthday,
when i was at parkway mcdonalds, studying my life away.
i never expected his call though.
i could still faintly remember his words.
" still at mcdonalds studying? go home early and rest well"
that meant alot to me.
my family don't usually express these thoughts by words.
but anyway,
i just hate goodbyes.

valentines day.
went boating.
waters was sooo darn choppy.
wasn't a good day to practice,
but definately a good day to have fun(:
the boat was bumby and the wind was strong.
i love that kinda feeling on a speed boat(:
i drove practically, six knots.
hows that?(:
went to watch jumper at ang mo kio.
it wasn't nice, nor was it bad.
it was neutral, but very unrealistic.
on that, i'd give it 3/5 stars.
went chomp chomp to eat my stingray!(:
went home pretty late cause of the bus trip.
work tmr, but i can't get to sleep.
i'll probably hide under my mother's skirt and cry since tmr is my last day of work.

a new chapter of my life is beginning real soon.
i do hope i made the right choice,
andd i certainly do hope(probably by miracle) that i'll get myself into CJ.


2:16 AM