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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

i said i woke up.
apparently,
i have not.
SHIT.

went to take a look at dancesports.
cha cha.
hahaha.
too bad, they stopped the intake.
nvm.

YOGA.
tml, i am going down.
come to think of it, i have yet to do my proposal la.
yoga cum dance.
they compliment.

attachment tml.
just the thought= headache.
meeting tml.

ahh.
be gone.
shit.
sometimes,
other times.
ah.
waking.

i cant stand you.
i am sooooooo sorry that i cant like you.
must be ur childish acts that rubs me in the wrong way.
seriously,
i am sorry.
i cant help it.
really.

DAMN THE FLU.



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