Sunday, September 03, 2006
sometimes i can't help but feel a tinge of sadness that i'll be leaving in slightly less than a month. this holiday has been more fulfilling than i could ever ask for. somehow when i'm back and doing the things i've been doing here, i feel the most like me. it feels right. i look forward to stuff, i set personal challenges.
just found an old notebook that was kept to be reused. feel very very old looking through this notebook. jotted down stuff to do, like a-math homework (linear law. what's that?), bio homework (something about enzymes), packlists for camps, things to bring to school, a list of things in the alma mater sponsorship cupboard, teachers to see regarding various functions, names of random prefects, which netballer owes me money etc. on one page, fuzzy wishes me happy birthday (haha must have been scribbled on during history class), on another azi says hi. i can't exactly remember when i wrote down those stuff and when. that's sad.
alrighty. happy birthday pam. :)
I would walk
500 miles;1:52 pm
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