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This is your destiny
Superhuman

You changed my whole life
Don't know what your doing to me with your love
I'm feeling all Superhuman
You did that to me
Super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you, superhuman



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214days

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two more left. and thats it. end of sec 4, end of Os.

we're all grownups. 2 months more and i'll turn 17. being 16 and 17 has a big difference man. when you say you're 16, they say 'oh, 16 huh. taking Os right? must study hard ah.' but when you say you're 17, they say 'wa. so old already ah. finish Os already hor? grown up already huh. can fly already la.'

how dumb yeah? its like just one year difference and people look at you with such a different perspective. being grown up and growing up. how different is it? very, i would say. oh well. who cares.

CRAP! i'm dying at social studies. AGAIN. damn. shit it. LOL.

and hey, the 3rd had passed. without fail, i think of something again. one year and ... you count it. guess it has become a habit. something which is hard to get rid of.

love and hatred. something which the naked eye cant see. neither could you touch it with your bare hands. its something, which you can only feel. with your heart.

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♥ Sunday, November 04, 2007
1:16 PM