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Saturday, February 2, 2008

damn
y had i chose this course?
no shorts, no jeans, no make up, no pretty nails, no nice hair that curls the right way.
instead,
long flowery skirts, ah ma pants, eye bags+dark circles, short nails, tangled mop.
WOOOOO,
if i continue this profession,
instead of being 19, i feel 91.

pardon my bitterness.
lol.
i feel @#$%^&*()_
ya, thanks for being there.
i have no idea y i ranted to u.
ya.
THANKS.
i need to get my nice shoes.
i have to.
no time left.

the reddest ever.



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