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Cheng Yunyuan, Bernadette;
01101991;
till death do us part.

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Thursday, April 2, 2009

i don't wanna imagine what or how am i going to react or feel.
the feeling of anticipation is just torment.
the courses in Ngee Ann Polytechnic are one of those i chose with care.
they have all the courses i want.
but of course, i have my top priority in mind.
sometimes, i just hate to make decisions.
decisions that could mean the next chapter of my life.
right or wrong?
contentment or just regrets?
i've made a wrong decision before.
i don't want history to repeat itself,
although i had the best of both worlds.
only that i've wasted a year of my life away.
i've never dreamt that this would have ever happened to me.
well, maybe its all planned.
God had it all planned.

No matter what comes may,
i'll just do my best and it might just be ANOTHER blessing in disguise.
i'm in for a big surprise this time.
only thing,
I HATE to be alone.
i'd be my introvert self, for a lil while.
it takes time for me to open.

6th April is the day.
pray for me.
*fingers crossed.
till then.


2:21 AM