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I chase time. I chase dream. But will it mean I lose everything in between? Mama says head on, Ayah says stay. Shall I let nature takes its course, knowing that I will not be able to handle its dip of failure. Why do we dream too much in the first place?

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Thursday, December 24, 2009
11:05 AM
NABEI.
I AM FUCKING PISSED! The other day Bobby asked me to email him my report and he will send it since he wont mention where to pass it to Dr. Ram. And since my lappy crashed I just checked my email today, dated 24Dec09. The report is due 2weeks ago. And saw an email saying he cant open my file. NBCB YOU DONT HAVE TENDANCY TO SMS OR WHATTT??????????????! DXMMIT!!!!!!!! Should have handed it in myself sia!!! Until now never msg abt my report. I have to find it out myself through the fucking email. Im not a fucking addict who sits infront of the lappy all day and checking my emails. WTFF SIA~~~~~~~! MY FXCKING GRADE!!! BLOODYHELL! CB!CB!CB!

WHEN WAS EMAIL A CONVENIENT WAY TO INFORM SOMEONE ABOUT THEIR REPORT BEING UNOPEN-ABLE. nbcb.

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