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Thursday, November 22, 2007

it's 9:55 AM.

Listening to: I'm Like A Bird - Nelly Furtado

I wouldn't say I'm in a bad mood. Neither would I say I'm happy. I just feel... numb? There's going to be bad news tomorrow. And I guess it's unavoidable.

Okay people, please don't talk to me today or tomorrow because I really have no mood to type 'lol', 'haha', 'lmao'... etc. That's the end of my post. Those who are curious can go to my other blog, that's if you know the url link for it. Well obviously you don't. Unless you're that one person who knows la.

Yupp, wish me luck for tomorrow's Economics re-exam paper.

sidenote: to that Jennifer person who tagged on my tagboard, ~~fuck off~~ please refrain from posting any more dirty sites links. ~~bitch~~ thank you.

randomly defined.

I am beautiful,
no matter what they say;
'cause words can't bring me down.

email

archives.

shut up.

thankyous.

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