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Sunday, September 14, 2008

bloody hell.
i feel so ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
ok, i am good.

yes yes,
i feel like a collector.
my table has gt this sudden collection of hand therapy.
hahaha.
i can sell them,
and earn the bucks.
blah blah.

i think i need a superrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr nice long hot bath.

sometimes it is like,
u nv know what u are really capable of,
till u do it.
(((((((((((((((((:
and i am sooooooo proud of myself.

argh!
kill me can.
i tink i ate too much.
and i feel like gagging.
how how how.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
i feel empty.
and it doesnt make sense.
damn, ql.

they say, all good things come to an end.
when will ours come to the end?
i need to shop.
to spend.

grow hair grow.
i wan to dye my hair.
but i have no courage.
ha!
damn, ql.



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