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I can't breathe.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 6:27 PM
I have no where to hide. No where to turn.
I just want to... run.

That two lines mean nothing. It just sound nice with the title.

Now, here's the reason behind the title.
I had all these coughing attacks today I coudn't breathe. I was tearing madly and my face was all red. It was bad. I just couldn't stop coughing.
They were like, 'Nanthini! Justin! St John's! Someone can't breathe!'
Justin said,'No no no not me.'
Oh then JEROME was all volunteery. Sick, mental wise. 'If you can't breathe on the way home call me.' Ew? 'Your volunteery act of kindness is not needed.' Ha.

SPA today was great. Except that I wrote the table ALL in pencil. Crapola.

Yun Chuan didn't come to school today! My bad, I totally infected everyone.

During SS not-so-useful remedial, sat with Xian Long. Talked to him while playing with my can of richola 'tuna' herbal candy.
And basically started playing word puzzles with Amanda(:

Dance committee interviews on week 9!


Today I was so totally sleepy. Sucks. Could barely stay awake during english when Miss Shamilah was teaching Thursday's exam stuff!
All your fault, Sean!
Last night I was reading Crazy for you by Jenniffer Cruisie and was already sleeping when Sean texted me and woke me up. Apparently he was up till 12.30am playing Facebook (yes and I need to go reactivate my account after deactivating it 3 days ago). And he started talking to me about looking like George Clooney when he turns 60. I slept unconsciously at 1.02 am.


I have a truckload on homework. Freak.



One of the pictures we took on SYF day.

Credits to Aleithia and her blog for this picture.
I love my BIG BIG eyes.

once there was me
I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
And this, is my life.

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the hills are alive with the sound of pants


i thought it was my birthday
drum rolls, please
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