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Thursday, March 03, 2005
i believe i can
i believe i will
-yolanda adams.
I love the smell of rain.
There is nothing to describe it, but yet, the smell is distinctive.
The water cleans away everything and leaves the ground glistening and clear.
It relieves the parched plants and cools the atmosphere.
The sound of it trickling down is soothing and makes you feel refreshed.
The olevel craze is slowly dying down,
now everyone is out to survey and inspect every crook and nanny of jcs,
fill in their jaes, and pray for the computer system to slot them in their dream colleges.
For me, its nanyang.
It sounds bloody cheena, but hey.
Rach says i have to do china studies there, and no offence to any BIG BIG china lovin dude out there, i hate chinese and anythg to do with it.
imprinted at 12:14 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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