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Sunday, April 29, 2007
Haha.

Dreamt of sth damn impossible last night.

Was chasing after a bus with someone on it.

Struggling to not let the bus go out of sight.

I can still vividly rmb the whole scene.

OMG WHAT THE.

GLEN HOW CAN U DO THIS TO URSELF?!

I cant believe this got edged out from my old memory bank and brought back to reality.

Now I'm listening to all my old sappy songs to make myself feel better.

Haha go die go die.

My mind's unweaving/ 10:54 PM

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