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trapped in the past, i cant seems to move on.
Thursday, May 21, 2009

just got back from school like 1hour ago.
i was involved in the parents night, i was in charge of the PA system. basically my job is to stay in the hall and play movie. i played step up 2 on my laptop. the students are suppose to be in the hall, somehow i felt lonely):
after debriefing, i wanted to go home but my lovely friend farhan wants to wait for the rest. so i have to wait for them too~
left the school at about 10pm, and now I'm home. tired):
sorry for the improper post.

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With love, indra @ 11:27 PM