Today is 7th July 2004.
Tommorrow is 8th July 2004.
I've wasted my today away... *_*...

Worked yesterday.Again.Damn tired...I really need my 8 hours of sleep.Had a messed-up conversation with a Japanese tourist...its like I catch some words here and there(like "nihon"?"dewa naide")but i just cant figure out what she's trying to say. Anyway...I'm thinking of getting a handbook on Japanese...not those "-masu" or "-desu" stuffs, but more useful stuffs...interested ^_^.

I went school alone this morning. Then went home alone after school. It feel kinda wierd...but hmm,its not as bad as i thought it was. I cant say that I'm getting independent or what...but its a good start? After the long speech Ma gave me that night...I've been brainwashing myself,trying to tell myself every morning that "Today will pass faster than I imagine".

Hmmm. Getting abit stressed up these days. About money, about Fyp, about school, about looks...and with the stupidest and dumbest and ugliest fringe i have now, I DUN FEEL GOOD AT ALL. Haaaaaaaiz. I'll get used to my fringe I THINK...I HAVE to get used to it anyway. Blah blah blah. Feel like doing hair extension...not those bleached types. Think they are ugly n common......if i have the money ( which I dun ), I wana extend my hair length to about 10 cm longer! Esp my fringe!

Isnt it wierd? A set of 8-digit numbers,a normal notebook,a jacket that u've always worn...all these things seem meaningless until he comes along and give meaning to them. His number...the notebook that he wrote on...the jacket that he commented...hmmm. All these things become special. The hp that was always switched off at night...its now left on throughout the night in case he call or msg. Hmmm. Isnt it wierd?

Yup.I like this song.Again.

I miss you like crazy
Even more than words can say
I miss you like crazy
Every minute of every day Girl I'm so down
When your love's not around
I miss you, miss you, miss you
I miss you like crazy

You are all that I want
You're all that I need
Can't you see how I fell
Can't you see that my pain's so real

When I think of you
I don't know what to do
When will I see you again