Phlebotomized

幸福是一想到你就心安

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It used to be bedtime stories to me, when I can hear myself sobbing to sleep.

But what has happened recently has made me kinda worried.

Someone tell me why is this happening to the people I care for? How could they endure the pain of breaking up, yet I’m already feeling the heartache when reading at his replies.

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Old friends are like that. They will be there for you every time, even if you don’t really need them. They just want to share your burdens and happiness, and sometimes theirs too, such that certain memories are encrusted in your heart that cannot be replaced by anybody.

Same as old ailments. T.T

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First milestone in the year of JC2.

So how am I supposed to get As when I failed miserably for Maths, Chem and GP?

:(

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I’m not exactly prepared for the end of year war yet…

There is a need to increase my brain capacity cos if this continues I won’t be able to get into a Uni.

Stress ah stress….

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Being a volunteer in the SPCA, there are too much things for you to learn apart from the scrubbing of stained defecated materials on the floor and handling of animals.

Now I truly understand the phrase “Adopt, don’t buy” from various animal proactive groups.

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