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Sunday, July 19, 2009

ohmy, i can feel my body tearing apart after the long run.
it's kinda cool to see everyone in pink in a sunday morning.
and a huge crowd running past the starting line.
so big until you can't see where's the beginning and the end.
caught sight of muscular women,
there're alot of them, alot alot alot alot.
i felt young too,
i just found out that i'm one year younger than the minimum age required to participate in the race.
love the goodies.

screw tomorrow.
math test, then bio test, then ihss test.

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