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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
your life and mine. It feels like, everything's finally fine. Sorry for the absence, but I'm pretty sure you didn't miss me at all. I am proud to say, that I am able to construct better Malay and English sentences from this very moment in time. * Applauds! * Yeah, English lessons really do help. And Mother Tongue too. Had rehearsal today. (L) was sweet enough to wait for me, when he was supposed to go home. Our dance, is cocked up. We spent time teaching the Sec Twos who didn't turn up for the past two rehearsals. Me and Bila were practically venting out anger on them. Hahaha. Sorry, but yeah. She was, pissed. I can tell. I know her, we have, orangetooth :D Don't pay us no mind. OMG. I'm such a poser. Nevermind, pay no attention to me. Yes, I found some interestesting stories today. Oh! My Baby-G watch is synchronised with the school bell! Hi-five Beela! List of songs I know how to play on the guitar, confidently: I'm yours, Your call, A lonely September, Butterfly Flyaway. |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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