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Fairytales don't teach children that dragon exists,

Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales teach children the dragons can be killed.


Saturday, October 18, 2008 4:06 PM
final wind of the season


Friday Night Self_study.
It all felt like the last day of school.
I never felt any more playful than before.

My objective of turning up for night self-study
was not achieve.

I started really late after teasing everybody i know.

asked Mr.Pang something.

Jumped over to join Sofia, LiQing and Jane.

We ate Dhal,

smuggled into Singapore by Sofia's uncle from Indonesia.

I ate some and threw afew to LiQing
and afew into Jane's shirt..

Then, joined the boys and slacked behind canteen.
:giggled, giggled, giggled
:made fun of Nazmi's fear of cats

At a point of time, Clarence appeared out of no where
holding a black plastic bags in front of him
pretending that he was carrying a cat.

Nazmi..
He jumped and decided to run for his
not-so-precious life.
It was hilarious.

Jane, LiQing, Sof and i were laughing our heads off.

And to top it all off.
Saffwan fell during the reenactment of Nazmi's reaction.
(must experience it up close and personal)
(last sentimental moments with the boys)

Then we, go back and continue our work.

then I shifted places again, to haziq and Saffwan place.
I did my work with distraction that I ignored
until the night self-study was over.

Went home with Sof..

SLEEP..

Slept early at long last.

My feelings
:scared - O'levels
:sad - no more lesson
:miss - friends already
:want - to do something stupid with Nazmi
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I say shotgun, you say marriage.

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