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Saturday, June 17, 2006

*//randomized

guess i am jus so neutral abt stuff.yep.
diplomatic eh?tt's wad dey sae.
perhaps becos i jus wanna make sure the end picture ish nice thats y i will kip toning it rite wen the colours'r a lil off.

ohwells.
these few daes aint productive.
i seriously nid to be rushing all my rev from tml onwards
*crossfingers*

i feel like i am letting go lotsa tings these daes.
to the extent that i aint sure wad matters animore.
the flower now blossoms without unfolding agn.

whee, peeps do mug hard! we'll make it thru the monsterMYE. XD


sometimes i jus feel like embracing myself with the warmth of the blanket.
i wld wrap myself up n hug my pillow real tight.
and i think,i nid to talk..but often i cant express.
den i feel like crying ;(

dramaM0M0; |2:43 PM|


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