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Michelle is the one blogging things down. Used to being called nut, mitch/mich or crazy fella(*due to her crazy mood swings*).
She's stepping into her final (*read: worst*) year of poly life in Nanyang Polytechnic.
nutelle8_9@hotmail.com is where she reads and replies all emails.
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Wednesday, February 6, 2008
10:49 PM

Back from reunion dinner. Rather okay. Food was okay just that i didn't felt that it was worth the money. Dinner was served slowly. Very slowly. Very slowy. From like 7, we ate till 9.30 or so. Then went up to Ah Gong's place and slack a little while before jeremy drove us home.

Tired. Tired. Really tired. And mee had to give that news which totally ruin our mood. Ya, i know why it was needed. But then, it's not like we caused it to be like that you know. It's like not our problem but for all our live, we are dragged into it. Like really. And it's really really depressing. Really depressing. I can't find a reason to laugh and be merry because it was way too depressing. I know we should understand but then, this time, i really can't. I am self-centered perhaps but please, haven't they even considered how we feel?

What a way to start the new year. Damn depressing. Like really. So what to do? I really hate. I just want to cry. Really. I hate that place. Really. Because it's the place we all were like rats. *craps, i know it's rat year* But it's a place filled with nothing but bad memories. But really bad memories. So bad that i will never want to step into that place. Really. If it's comfirmation, i will really cry. Cry for all the days.

Because this house i am living in is really my dream house. The house that i feel safe. The house that we left and tried so hard to return home. The place that saw our laughter and our tears. The house that i spent more than 10 years in. Like 12 years. The place i really love. The place that saw us grow up. The place that saw me mature and grow up. The place i really love. Love very much. Either way. I don't know..




One man's fault can lead to many consequences. Even years later, the impact is still there.

10:49 PM
take the wheel.