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Friday, December 17, 2004
MeMoRieS... [Fri 17 Dec 2004. 11.14pm]
Week: first Date: 1-7-96 Weather: Sunny

I start this at 10.21pm.
Today at MT lesson I get a pencil. A pencil that put lend inside.
I get it because I paste the compohs on the jotter book neatly
But I tell you a secret, the compohs is my mummy paste.
I has finished pasting the whole book. I mean my mummy.
From the other book award I going to paste my self. I finished this at 10.42pm

***The extract above has gone through no corrections. All spelling and grammatical errors are purely my own mistake***

yeap.. that was an entry taken frm my 1st diary. Hmm.. the 1st time i revealed my entries in my personal diary. haha.. i had never let anyone read my PDs b4... not even the closest person to me.. they are always locked up safely... i think... hahhaa... the locks are not veri secure though...

i juz read through all 3 and a half book of my PDs.. wah.. i have been writing since 1996. p3? hmm.. cool heh... hahaha.. i read tru them lotsa times already... sometimes the made me cry and sometimes they made me laugh like mad.. hahah..

i juz feel that life is all so simple then... so innocent... my entries then are all short and simple.. and nth complicated. i dun show signs of frustration or anger or sadness... but as times goes by.. the entries starting to contain words like: tears. hate. cry. never forgive.

I guess im quite immune and used to sadness le ba... when i open my cupboard to look at all those letters and presents frm friends and ppl i loved.. i dun cry animore. its quite hard to actually make me cry nowadays.. if it was a year ago, u juz had to let me listen to Jay's song. hahaha.. im listening to his Qi Li Xiang album nw.. hehehe.. love his voice... :]

i actually din plan to write about all these.. dunno why suddenly juz found myself typing. hmm... there are lotsa things i wan to sae. but find it difficult to express them nw. my dad's back. he's disturbing my thoughts. hahah.. cuz he keep fussing with Piyo. Since that hamster came into the family, i have been thrown off my throne. hahah.. that little cheeky mousey. bet he's laughing at me right nw. arghh...

~ { Friday, December 17, 2004 }
aiming for the sky above;