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louisa
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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

im in a rather laugh-ish mood now.
i dont knw whether its because of the fact that i miraculously managed to unearth all my certs from days long gone,
or because im just feeling high,
or for other reasons.

because i cant do anything else,
so i shall just sit and laugh at everything that passes by.
like my math hmwk which i am absolutely sure i did but which has gone missing;
like lokyin's pm which talks abt compass point and punggol park;
like the simple role of a messenger who doesnt even know what's going on;
like the apparent discretion which is not so discreet after all;
like the permanent unpreparedness for tests;
like the fact that i am going to go to bed tonight feeling perfectly fine and wake up tmr feeling like an old woman.

when the laughter dies down,
all that's left is a ringing, empty silence.
unintelligible, incomprehensible, inconceivable.