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Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Grow up pls.

This is getting immature.

Drama that is not needed.

Everywhere.

Are the stars and the sun and the moon not aligned or sth?

Things seem to be fucked up for many ppl.

Including me.

And theres physics test tml which I'm so dead for.

Its like falling off a cliff then get trampled on by cows and get run over by a bulldozer kind of dead.

As in I dun understand a single thing.

At all.

Gah.

Hopefully everything will align itself back to its proper position tml.

I just want FnN orange drink now hoho.

Let me start mugging now.

Or shld I pon sch tml?

And choose the easy way out.

So tempted.

My mind's unweaving/ 11:00 PM

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