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Sunday, January 13, 2008

it's 3:59 PM.

Listening to: The Geeks Get The Girls

It's funny to see how people change, whether for the worse or for the better. It sets one thinking if it's really them who have changed, or their ownselves instead. As the new year unfolds, you start to see people around you reflect on their past year, become someone you totally don't know, and then you gradually drift further apart from them.

I don't think I'm making any sense.

Yupp, I'm not.

I hate the new year. People keep asking me stuff. People keep reminding me about stuff. People keep telling me stuff they had expected from blah. People keep... People keep... People keep...

ARGH.

Musthavepositiveattitudemusthavepositiveattitudemusthavepositiveattitude!!

Die la. Start of the year already like that... TSK. Have to GANBATTE! GO GO GO!!

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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