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smart(daw)...intelligent(daw)...scholar...makulit(daw)...frustrated guitarist...
aspiring singer...hyper-after-eating-sweets...thrill-seeker...go-getter...carol banawa look-alike(DAW)
...phone-addict...chat-addict(reformed)...part-time tutor...bubble-tea drinker...shy...
quiet...wacky sometimes...loves chocolates...freak...weirdo...
lazy...perfectionist...simple...crazy
CURRENT...

book: i want to read "the five people you meet in heaven"
hobby: sleeping
favorite song: passenger's seat - stephen speaks
emotional status: tired, sleepy, hungry
craving for: french vanilla cappuccino
HEAR ME SING. WALANG AANGAL.
PICTURE OF THE WEEK
cnong best friend mo duon? hehehe.
CALENDAR
DECEMBER

9 - finance exam
11 - operations management exam
13 - intermediate accounting exam
16 - sociology exam
23 - ate salyn's birthday
25 - CHRISTMAS!
26 - winter term schedule released
29 - giane's birthday
*as to what my plans are after exams, i still don't know...i am meeting up with some people before i go back to cobourg on 23rd.
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roni_bats
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the_paradox
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I�ve only loved you in silence
Deep in my heart I really did
But you�ve always been busy to notice
Or you�ve always been blind from what I feel
There I was hoping you�ll see me
Hoping against hope that you�ll see me differently
There I was standing beside you
Giving you my all while inside I bleed
So in silence I�ve always loved you
And in silence I will always will
I�ll keep on loving you in silence
Because that�s the only way I know how to love you�

the last 4 lines of this poem comes from a text message sent to me by an old fling...kinda wished that what we had was really that special, and hoped that what we had meant to him as it did to me...

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