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Overview


ELAINE;
I ♥ God, Raffles Netball (Batch '11) and my friends to the max!

Screams
Monday, December 8, 2008
My mom is trying to convince me that there is a ghost in my house who steals her stuff.
Today, she said her purse went missing, and she was definitely sure that she did not misplace it. Hence, she said a ghost took it probably. Plus last time the money she put on her purse (which is forever left at the same position, according to her) went missing too.
So i panicked for like half an hour, freaking out because I'm very scared of ghosts :/
Then my mom told me that she found her purse in her drawer -.-

But if there really is a ghost in this house, I'll probably stop sleeping forever O:


I tried to cry, but the tears won't fall out,
so I realised that you had taken away the place you left in my heart.
Your voice acted like a drug to me,
Whilst I'm in rehabilitation now,
I still miss you