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:: juz taking a moment to remember ::

Thursday, September 14, 2006 2:20 AM

what feels good and what feels bad

it feels good to have a friend deliver flu pills and vit c to me knowing i am sick. thanks victor!

it feels good knowing that the first 3 days of the week has passed. my 3 most busy days.

it feels good having friends to eat dinner with and laugh with, to relax for awhile.

it feels good knowing friday is coming. its friday i'm in love.

it feels good knowing that i am knowing more people this sem.

it feels good knowing i have good friends who are willing to help me with my assignments by being my interview guinea pigs.. (jk! thanks shuenyun and victor!)

it feels good thinking about singing kbox, and eating secret recipe during recess, even if its just wishful thinking.

it feels bad thinking about all the readings i have yet to catch up on.

it feels bad to have to go to the dentist and hear him say i need a few more appointments.

it feels bad to have to to the dentist and come back with a much much lighter wallet.

it feels bad knowing that i have no choice but to go to the dentist cuz i cant let my teeth rot.

it feels bad regretting, yet knowing i cant blame myself, that i din take better care of my teeth when i was a kid. thus the fillings.

it feels bad that i am in a state whereby right and wrong seems blurred.

it feels good that i am slowly becoming back myself.

Signing off,
no more ink.

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