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Sunday, Jun. 12, 2005 11:13 p.m.

�L�} ah.. how come i still have to work on a public holiday? the 2nd student was late. so i had more than half an hour to hea. played schubert's impromptu and chatted with the f.7 guy and the piano teacher who's my mum's former colleague.

fell asleep on 30X and missed the Mei Foo stop. next stop yi ging hai Tsuen Wan... walked for 15 minutes from the bus stop to the mtr station. the violin was so heavy.

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tai farn d old entries leh. found quite many angry entries. i don't like the angry ��� me. i'm ok emotional and impulsive dik... esp in last year's july/august, when everybody at home was frustrated. but if you ask me how i lived through those days, the first thing that comes up in my mind is probably the lovely afternoon i had with my brother. the sun shone on the green leaves of the trees, and i tried hard to follow his footsteps, with both of us silent as usual. it's a sad but sweet feeling.

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