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Friday, July 13, 2007


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New colour-combination! Green words are the clickables, and the grey words... are the grey words. Now you know what can be clicked and what can't be.

Lift upgrading right outside my door. Maybe by the end of the year I won't have to run up and down the stairs every single time I'm late. Hmm. Yeh, that will be a great improvement in my life.

Who would have thought? I turned up for school for just one day, and then suddenly my whole class seems to think I've been hospitalised. To clear the air, no I've not been hospitalised. I don't know why everyone seems to think so. And yes, I will be going back to school on Monday, much as I would rather stay at home and sleep the days away like I have been.

Ohman the work load is going to kill me...

Too lazy to think of anything retarded right now. So until then. Pffft.



Singing her songs to me
Beneath the marquee of her soul



| so spoken! @ 10:44 AM|

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