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:: Thursday, April 17, 2003 ::

Whee! Prac exams over. My song of the week is "Hold on hope" by Guided by Voices. Heard it on Scrubs and I think it's not bad. Mellow listening for night.

Every street is dark
And folding out mysteriously
Where lies the chance we take to be
Always working
Reaching out for a hand that we
can't see
Everybody's got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding me

Last week it was Like a Stone, by Audioslave. Oh no. Am I turning into a rock fan? *Hurriedly goes to listen to Britney Spears* Okay, I'm not. I still like pop. Phew.

Kidding. I don't really have any Britney songs. I do like pop though.

Anyway. Prac exam. Stupid Sars. Delayed our performance with the testing temperatures bother. And they wouldn't let our technician in. One calamity after another. The teachers cut our last scene because they were "pressed for time". That really sucked. Of course, it got *P good and pissed, and A good and anxious. Curse the NUS administration. We stood outside and ranted. Ahem. Some third years were distributing party favours. Haha. Okay, not really. Christian students. They prayed for us. How nice of them. Really. I'm agnostic but I'm appreciative. It was really good of them. Made me feel nice and tingly. Hee. And tee hee.

Good grief, no they weren't male and they weren't good looking. Well, actually I don't remember.

*Names have been omitted due to the... ubiquitious nature of the Internet.

:: nimezs @ 12:37 am [+] ::

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