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Sunday, October 4, 2009

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

to the last syllable of recorded time.

Caught up with,

Sota-ren

Peicai-ren

Peichun-ren

I actually have a life.

But I want a better one,

I want to eat sushi buffet,

shop like crazy,

throw my books away.

after 13th september.

Can't wait.

I owe so many of you birthday prezzies, i know. );

freaking irritating september babies.

ugh, d's one coming soon.

her tattoo is still on my hand,

i doubt i'd be allowed to enter the examination hall.

fell aslip while researching for censaship.

i'm going mada.

veROniCa at 8 1 5 p m MOS.

dOnT bE lAtE HoNKieee.

:B

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