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SHAHIRAH SHAJAHAN.
SairahSelvam..
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G O D I S G R E A T.


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Thursday, October 13, 2011 { Don't take it away from me because. }



Pleasant afternoon all. So discussion has gone. And it's either i'm going back to ite or work for the time being, I cannot afford to see him go through so much just for me to be able to pursue my dreams. I mean, i can still do art, in different ways. right? in different schools. It's just too damn expensive for me to go through this. and it's really stressing me out to hear what he had to say. It makes me sad, distraught that i've never thought of how he feels. Like i am not doing my responsibility as a daughter. So i'll see to his decision by this week and if he still insists that i carry on with this school, then i'm sorry to say i can't. And i'm going to miss my classmates. my wonderful classmates. and the environment. and the artpieces we walk pass everywhere. And the funny things people post on the elevators. and fifteen minutes. and the frass. and the gianormous door that goes both ways. and the vending machine. gosh. Till then, i'll just have to live with this i guess. pleasant afternoon all.
p.s. i miss my vans rowley xl III anyone know where i can get a new pair? please.

sairah.