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2008年12月23日星期二
Quan Zhong Hua

Listening to Natasha Bedingfield's "Angel"
Oh my buddha!!!
I've break my own record.
1 week plus!!!
That's the time i didnt update my baby blog.
Sorry~~~
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Ok.
After watching that concert, sleepover at yan's house, the next day, off to UM.

Boy~
This is my second year of participate.
Well, cant hardly describe my mood but i was thrilled to get going.
Reaching there, almost lost =.=
I know, UM is too big for us.
Haha~
Anyway, luckily we managed to find the location.

Me and yan register ourselves at the counter after walking in the corridor with the passion song.
Then we get in our dorm.
Hmm~
Guess i was kinda excited.

I was half excited half anxious.
It feel like coming back home.
And making myself comfort in it.
4 days 3 night.
Our time in that camp.
Too much memories and experience needed to be shared out.
But word are too limited.
Expression are too wide.

Making lots of friends there.
For the first time, i cried during the end of the camp.
I dont know it is because i'm too tired.
Or i'm too touched.
Or i'm too happy.

I dont know.
Like i said, words are too limited.
But i only know, that the memories and lesson are still haunting me.

Too much pictures to be upload.

But i still precious those treasure.

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